Leo Tolstoy | The Man Who Died Trying To Escape Himself

Leo Tolstoy had everything. The man with some of the greatest novels ever written. He had wealth, fame, and most of all, a name that echoed across Europe. He was still alive to experience all of it. Yet, at the meek age of fifty, he sat down and wrote that 'none of it meant anything'. What followed from this was thirty years of a man torn by tension. Living the life he believed in, instead of talking about, or writing about living it. The gap between his convictions, and the life that he became after everything happened. At eighty-two, he left. Fled his home, and then died in a railway station, only ten days later.