A special kind of fall

"All right. Listen to me a minute now.... I may not word this as memorably as I'd like to, but I'll write you a letter about it in a day or two. Then you can get it all straight. But listen now, anyway." Mr. Antolini said. "This fall I think you're riding for - it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really got started."

Damn that's depressive. But I could see that happening to me. I know there's something missing in my life. Something I've always looked for but could never find. I've tried to look everywhere, I've tried to talk to people. But all I get out of it is feeling lonely as hell. And all I want to do is leave society for good and just live in the woods where I don't have to see anyone anymore.