The world around me

The world that surrounds us its a complex combination of an enormous number of elements,
features, from the air that is filled with the soft sounds of flapping wings and raucous calls of
the crows to the unbearable noise of the destruction produced by human. It is the most
strenuous matter to exchange views on because it is exposed differently to each person, every
human has their own perspective for what the world actually is; it is exceedingly evident its a
place, a location but its more than that.
My world is a baffled mystery, a wonderland full of wonder. The nuclear of my world are
humans or I shall rather say people. A dull world without colours, its impractical, futile
fundamentally hopeless and useless. People are the fundamental start God left us, we colour
the world, we give it meaning, purpose, we make it life worthy. Everything starts with us and
nature, the rest can be easily created by our elevated intellectual, easily adapted to our system
hence why I consider that the world is humans and the Earth, not the features around us, not
the modern technology, not the governmental laws but us.
One of the gifts of high sensitivity is our ability to be acutely aware of peoples feelings and
to respond to those feelings with empathy and compassion. You have a four-fold life to live: a
body, a brain, a heart and a soul . . . these are your living tools. To use and develop them is
not a task. . . . It is a golden opportunity. People use the golden tool to create the world
around us, to create superior conditions for our living, to preserve the others around us. It is
an example of empathy and compassion.
However, just as everything, my nuclear has its own defects too. Our complex body and brain
is distinct to every individual. We colour the general world, but we also manage to stain,
disfigure the canvas of the individuals. As the high intellectual we presume we are, without
realisation or most of the time without caring for the others or too much self-caring we tend
to compromise others feelings which leads to the discolour of the every individuals world,
canvas. We somehow manage to modulate or have the contribution practically to everything
around us. No matter if its the sun, the weather, peoples faith, feelings, living conditions,
nature, we have the ability to contribute towards a change but unfortunately its not always
positive. Our most imperfect feature is self-caring.
Our universe is so complex and elaborated that it is truly a mission to comprehend what it
contains; so large there are an infinite options of describing it yet not a lot comes to mind, its
far beyond our understanding, we are just a part of it however we take over its landing along
with the other creatures left behind on this planet but being the intellectual ones, we consider
it as ours.
In conclusion, the world around me is formed by the people that surround me although its far
beyond that. Literally the world around me is planet Earth but metaphorically its the people
who colour my world depending on the season. Sometimes its dull, black and emits sadness
and sometimes its coloured bright, with rainbows and full of happiness. I am still confused to
what is the world around me but I am certainly sure of the fact that a world without people
for me would not be possible; which I guess makes me an extrovert person just like everyone
else.