It is really wonderful that Henry David Thoreau was able to take time off from living in the city and escape to Concord, Massachusetts. Had he not, the world would be less over twenty volumes of literary work. Unfortunately for most of us, however, we live in the real world. In a place where, though we may try our best to live deliberately everyday, the hustle can take hold of us. We live in a place where some issues are more pressing than "simplicity, simplicity, simplicity". Things like rent, deadlines, and to-do lists. Though we may not all be so fortunate as Thoreau, I do believe he was onto something. We all need a place to go; a sacred place where we are able to breath.
My Walden Pond is my family. They are where I find my peace, where I am able to escape the insanity of everyday life and simply rest. I am sorry to disappoint, my dearest Henry, but I would take my one-bedroom apartment over your pond any day.