The first time I read Thoreau's Walden Pond, I was a junior in high school. (I do believe a big shout out to the great Mr. Crooks is necessary.) My teenage brain could not understand why Henry David chose to live in a one room home in the middle of the woods. I was far too naive to fully understand the purpose. Fast forward a billion years and my adult brain thinks the man was a genius. I wouldn't want to be alone, but I'd love to get away from the chaotic, technology dependent world we live in.
Thoreau moved to Walden Pond to live simply in nature and to discover what it could teach him. (Yes, transcendentalism is a legitimate argument.) Reading his masterpiece 20 years later has shed new light on the need to take the time to enjoy the little things, the simple things. And, despite the fact that cheese and horror will drip from this pun, I'm going to say it anyway - I'd like too 'Thoreau' myself into simplicity and peace. Transcendentalize that!