A Neighbor or a Home?

Somehow it's very fascinating... to after school, take a stroll in the forest and feel like you've travelled thousands of miles. But the more time I spend outside, examining insects, plants and other phenomenons of nature, the more of a stranger do I feel like when I get back to work or school. The human world is rich in stimulating ideas, products and activities, but "nature is the vehicle of thought" as Emerson says and the quality of my life comes from it. Even though we are part of nature, we try more and more to make it look like it isn't so. Some of the people that I know are even embarassed of nature. The say that it's random, unorganized and dirty. There are children today that are terrified of forests and refuse to walk into them, because they are so very different from their home environment. Imagine what people they will become when they grow up. They will be the ones that nervously dump their garbage into the ocean, that design televisions with a screensaver as standby-mode, that buy tons of clothing every new season, that will take part in the overconsumption of medical treatments and throw away food that still is nice, fresh and healthy just because they passed the "best before-date" or because it had a black spot on it..
          The real world does not have "best before-date" stickers. It has senses. Senses created by chance, coincidence, and the will of surviving. All of our actions are somehow connected to the will of preserving life. Because we are part of nature. Because we won't live forever. And because the people that live in the human world are still always aware of the sprouting existence of what they have made a neighbor; nature.