Sitting here overlooking this beautiful river, it just amazes me how people choose to live in a world so far away from nature—those concrete jungles. They struggle just to get a couple of weeks to immerse themselves in nature on a little vacation. Why not live with the forest?

The smell of concrete seems so unnatural. When I see the few trees in the cities trying to clean up the air, it just saddens me. I understand people love the hustle and bustle because it may make them feel more alive—but doesn’t the struggle slowly kill them? Their spirits forever diminishing with such little fresh air, with such little green.

I think of the people who have to wear masks just to breathe. That really scares me. For them, of course—but also for our planet. And if they fall down and hurt their ego in the rat race, there is no sweet Mother Earth to catch them. Do they break? Or grow cold and hard like concrete?

My question is:
Why live in a concrete jungle?
I just can't wrap my head around it.