Morning feelings

I woke up today at 4 in the morning, cooked some breakfast, opened a window and gazed at the sun rising, while music was playing quietly. Nature is so peaceful in this time of the day. Just a cool breeze, leaves softly shaking, birds and airplanes flying somewhere in a far and lazy distance. Life around seems so dissolved into an awoken dream, you are barely conscious yet you are watching it sleep. It seems like you are observing someone you lived with all your life and towards who you grew feelings . As if that someone were in lands of another world and left it's body here in reality for you to look at/after. It feels as if time has slowed down to infinity, and is motionless, rewarding you with peace and balance of it's immortal nature.

I understood that I had forgotten to obey the natural beauty of this World. I had forgotten how thought-provoking and how spiritual it was to watch life wake up. Why am I not doing this every morning? But will I experience the same strength in the way i feel these emotions ? Is it possible that I will get bored with overfilled/the overwhelming perfection of Nature? Well, I lived 20 years and seen it happen. Your perceptions change with your mood, with the stress you are going through, with your wins and your loses, with the chemical reactions in your blood, which determine your inner condition. But nature doesn't change. It slowly evolves, deforms under human ambitions, but on the Universes' scale it doesn't change at all. Isn't it fortunate for us to be living in such a World, where there is always something to be certain about? Physical rules won't change; water won't become stone; billions of planets won't stop moving around their suns... So far only humans have been destroying their own creations. We don't feel ourselves as part of one piece. We see each and other as opposing forces, as rivals and enemies. Constantly looking for our own piece of joy, even covering it with love, sacrifices and feelings. We were created that way. But why? Assuming something or someone was designing our species, this World and life around us, why were we constructed with such an emotional dependance? Why are we able to think? What is the master-plan of our existence? Are we here just to entertain the universe with our silly, emotional decisions, with the wars and the destruction we are able to perform? Or is it just an outfit for great thinkers to appear, for Philosophers to move our civilization to deeper understanding of our true nature? Or artists to make our perceptions evolve? No, all these possible answers are just too insignificant for being a reason of why Nature has us the way we are. What is all that for then?