He thought of leaving.
Of taking his bow and entering the woods,
and stay there,
as much as he could.
Maybe forever.
The woods have food.
And water,
and not having problems,
apart from dangers he had to think of.
But now he is old,
old enough to care for himself,
to protect himself,
as much as it is needed.
The woods don't ask for accounts or bills,
the woods are open to anyone.
Who dares.
And he continued with his thoughts...