“I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude."
First thing that comes to mind is cold. People think that because I am from Sweden cold shouldn't bother me. The fact is I hate it. I am used to cold, been in a much colder environment than this, but that does not make me like it. Thoreau must have had a strong stomach to live out here in the winter. I don't think I could ever survive living through the winter. I must admit though, the pond is beautiful.
One thing I could do for a couple of hours is skipping rocks on this pond. The rocks agitates the water and creates an amazing affect. This pond has an amazing view. Just sitting here and letting my eyes feast on the gloriousness fills me up with warmth inside. Everything seems so quiet though, I wonder how Thoreau felt living alone with this pond. Even if I have all my class mates around me I feel alone. It feels empty. I don't think I could ever make it here. Living alone in not something I could do. I need human contact.
Even if there is nothing better than this view. I need to live in a social environment. Thoreau might have been able to live in isolation, but I cannot. Thoreau was a strange man in my eyes. Someone who can sleep at night with no one for a mile is not someone who I strive to be.