Nothing I do in this world is satisfying. Everything comes easy except for sleep, which is why I'm up tonight arguing on the internet with faceless assholes instead of sleeping. My work only leaves me mentally drained instead of physically. I'm constantly confronted by the faces of sickness, feeding steady death to the people who ask for it, one little bit of food after another. And it all comes so easy.
Every day I find myself wondering "Is this it? Really? I'm just going to keep working for money, and then spend it on things I don't need to keep me happy until I die?"
Is it wrong to want the work you do to bear tangible fruit instead of potential gains? Is it wrong to appreciate the works of nature more that the rush of human monuments to gain some semblance of immortality?

Is it wrong to love and respect all life on this planet as equal parts of a greater whole?

Suffering happens on this planet of ours, and I seek to find a place where I cause no more than I need to in order to live, all the while making room for everything else that has survived along we humans so far.

Respect is the least we can give to the planet and creatures that have lived with us this long. Does anyone else feel the same? I want to forge a life amongst those natural things I love, as a part of them, rather than seeing them like a tourist. How? How do I live like a part of nature, instead of part of Mankind? What are the philosophical demons of living like an Animal instead of a Man?