David Petersen was a Marine Corps helicopter pilot who left the service, and to a large extent civilization, and went to live in the woods with his wife.
He wrote this book about his life up in the mountains, and it makes a lot of sense, although of course we're not on the same sheet of music all the time.
" I am a happy camper most of the time. And like the Talking Heads' desperado, "Psycho Killer," I hate people when they are not polite. But yet, still-- Caroline is likely right when she accuses me at times of "thinking too much." What she means, and I agree, is that thoughtfulness, in this warped and thoughtless world, too often leads to disappointment, discontent, anger, rage and even psychosis. And all such problems are most pronounced in those of us who take life, perhaps, a bit too seriously."
I read a lot of books written by people who went off into the wilderness looking for they knew not what. Many of them went a lot further than I did. But when you read those books , whatever differences you may have with the authors, there are common strains. It may be true that "all men lead lives of quiet desperation" but it's also true that some of them find a way out.