A plight of in/voluntary loner

 
He kept on walking through the woods enjoying every single step. Deep creaks changing by flat trails. He was absorbing this quiet great peacefulness of nature with his every cell.

Despite others praysing his looks he's been lonely for years. People came and left swiftly. Nobody understood his joy of living a simple life. Money, fame, keeping up with the Johneses, nothing mattered to him. He accepted long ago that maybe he will stay lonely for the rest of his life. At war and after loosing his freedom he realised that his simple life and exercising his vigor while being one with nature connecting to the great source of everything was all he ever needed.