Homo-sapiens beware, it might be the start of your extinction!

Mother Nature has its own calculations to decide what is good or bad overall. While only one species, out of the millions habiting this little gob of earth floating in the cosmos, is sulking, the rest are jubilant.  The air is fresher. The skies are clearer. The noise is less. I don't know whether to celebrate or sulk. So I stand in between. I feel sad for Homo-sapiens. I feel happy for rest of our earthlings. Also, standing on the middle line seperating the Single species from the rest, I pray for a good for all solution where all are happy and nobody sulks. Is it too much asking for? It may be easier than we think. Provided we cut the greed to the limits of need; reshape our value system and learn to take peace and joy as prized as gold; systematically nurture the emotional quotient in our next generation with the same urgency as we force their intelligence quotient; and most importantly replace a sense of blind competition to beneficent cooperation; realign the parameters of victory to include excellence and intangibles of sweet persona in the trophy of winner. All the things that have messed up the scene currently are our mind creations only. If these are failing to set up a joyful world, we can systematically create a different reality using our minds. What is the big deal about it. Stop taking power, designation, wealth, bank accounts as the only achievable pinnacle of human destiny. Give equal respect to love, compassion, empathy in a person's character as recognisable traits and rewarded accordingly to give them a life of decency. If your mind can fix values worth millions of dollars to stones found in nature, and which are of no value to any other species, why can't you devise ways and means to reward softer things of life. Endless are the resources of mother nature. All we need to do is to stop the mad race to plunder each and everything. Walk slowly. Pause. Then see what a paradise mother earth gives you as a reward within two decades. Otherwise keep fighting as an enemy of mother existence. Endless are her arrows from countless directions. How long you will fight. Just listen to her a bit. Showers of bliss wait you. But don't come as a robber. She will shoot you down. Approach as a smiling child moving to his mother to hold her hand. There she stands. Just waiting for you to correct your ways. Do it or keep fighting till your fears turn your physiognomy into almost a machine, with flesh and blood gone. Then a new robotic species will evolve. A sort of walking and moving matter. It hardly matters to mother Earth. It will readjust itself to a new mischief monger like it has done so far.