Natural Enemies

Why do we love nature? Like I get that it feels freeing and that it makes us feel relaxed, but at the same time, EVERYTHING IS TRYING TO KILL YOU.

Like you go for a nice hike and get some fresh air. It sounds nice in theory, however when you look closer; the animals all want to eat you, the sun is trying to cook you alive, mountains/hills are dropping stuff on you, trees are hiding whatever dangers are lurking around you, any waterways are waiting for you to just step in so they can drag you under, etc. They all just want you dead.

Then we go outside and just accept this like it's nothing. "Oh these little flying creatures kept biting me and now my skin is all red and itchy and I may no longer be able to eat certain foods. Oh well!" "Whoops! I forgot to put on my liquid anti-cook cream and now my skin is boiling and turning all of the wrong colors. My bad. It's my fault that I just let the glowing sky ball slowly roast me."

I don't understand how we as a species managed to accept this or, more importantly, why we find testing these forces of nature so goddamn relaxing. I mean, I love doing the outside things quite a bit and I'm still confused by my own attitude toward these things. 

I mean think about it this way bears and other larger animals can sometimes be cute, but they still murder us without hesitation. So, why aren’t we more scared of them? Heck, some people even keep them as pets. 

Humans can easily get lost and die, yet we choose to go camping and/or backpacking where we intentionally go to a place where we can easily lose our way in the hopes of “enjoying the scenery”. 

Nature would happily kill us at any given moment, yet we are constantly behaving like an annoying younger sibling and testing it to see if it will. How have we not gone extinct yet?