Questions from a Foggy Morning Brain

What I hate most about Capitalism is its ability to make the natural things seem insufficient, when in fact they are the only things that truly make us feel. To be alone in nature is to forget all the social implications of the "things" we have to replace our natural surroundings and embrace what is simply there. Are we eternally displeased and searching for something else or is this simply a trick of the capitalist swine of this dark night?