My sense of wonder.
What would life be like with nothing capturing your interests? Nothing that makes you stop and revel in the moment?
I could lose my sanity, an arm, a leg, maybe even sight.
If I lost the ability to be surprized, or struck speechless, what would I do? What kind of boring life would that be worth living? Frankly, I think I’m here to enjoy myself, and if I couldn’t ‘wonder’ anything anymore… I woudn’t live.
There’s beautiful things out there. They’re meant to be admired.