Why do they quash their emotions?

Truth is that I can take more inspiration watching a sparrow, or observing in great detail the shades of light and shadow, than being together with people…It is rather sad, because genuine togetherness is a blessed thing…

Unfortunately, people in the West deliberately lead a boring and terribly shallow life, keeping at due distance anything that even slightly reminds them of a truly lived life…

Life is a wonder, but they simply discard this simple but overarching truth…

I am truly baffled. Such a conundrum:

How it is possible to vehemently refuse to be moved and so stubbornly and methodically shun aliveness?

Life is a boundless mystery

There is therefore no such thing as ordinary or extraordinary as everything is Extraordinary.

But they hate to know this… What the fuck:
If everything is a fathomless wonder, what would they do with their stupid comparisons and brainless classifications…