Urban living is filled with creativity and artificial wonder, which we associate ourselves with on a daily basis. As we are highly adaptive animals, we get used to the surroundings of urban living and tend to forget about the nature from which we come and need to thrive. In times like this, a park with sparkling fountains and century-old trees can be such an unexpected surprise of natural wonder, that fills our heart and soul with the regenerative energy of life.
In times like this, I often wonder, why is it that our brain can, at all, adapt to a drastically artificial environment like many poorly planned cities? If every time we could be reawakened by the wonderful nature, reaffirmed the importance of our reliance on it, and reminded of our natural state as a human being, is there at all, meaningful reasons for us to keep living in and developing an environment the opposite of such?