A Little Too Much | Issues of Abundance?

It is often found that we are running away from all that is abundant. Dismal and yet true is the tendency of humans to forget that abundance is not a license for one to squander. 

Over the years, I have come to observe that these patterns of toxicity are repeated in several relationships that we form. Extrinsic exchanges with nature or intrinsic emotional equations with the people in our life, sadly, we overlook those who love selflessly for those who come with a price tag. It is this peculiarity of the human nature that keeps us running to secure what we lack in life. This births the hunger for more. However, I fail to understand as to why is it so important for us to only value those things, people or places for which we had to toil our way to it. Why is it okay to forget about the things, people or places that did not necessarily push us to "earn" them per se? How does rarity in availability translate to importance? I will admit, I miserably fail to understand this conversion. 

Although the following lines might look superficial to the reader and I stand a chance to be tagged as a radical environmental activist, frantically writing words, hoping that they would have an impact and yet I would risk it to give the analogy of how selflessly and mercifully nature keeps giving us throughout our lives. Perhaps, just considering our own individual lives would be yet another disservice to nature because it has been hosting generations of mankind since years without a shadow of complaint.

Now, ask yourself, what did that yield? 

We, as a species, have reduced the bounties of nature to mere measurable square yards of "tourist spots" and destroyed everything for our own selfish purposes. I am forced to question, had it been the same if we had to pay, cash or kind, for each and every resource that we so rightfully claim to be ours? Had we been so reckless if each breath of fresh air came with a price tag? 

However, we can certainly be credited to maintain uniformity, albeit in being thankless but uniform nonetheless. It is not just these external equations, we ignore the abundance of acceptance and love when it is coming from those who do not make us realize the "cost" of the same. A mother's love becomes more and more yearned for, as soon the realization dawns upon us that there is not much of it left for us to consume. A friend's time becomes more valuable all of a sudden when you've to fix appointments to meet. 

It is only when people go away, you realize their presence. 

Isn't this a paradox? A little too much seems invisible to us all.