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No, the wonderment isn't gone. It grows with time. If it was gone, I may as well be dead, because that's how I would feel inside. And, yes, you can get it back.

Our world is such a beautiful place. We are surrounded by so much beauty. The night sky is definitely a wonderful place to start. A beautiful moon, indeed. A clear blue sky, the way the sun feels on my skin, when the sun reflects off of a body of water, thunderstorms, rainbows, huge old trees, the ocean, a lake, a peaceful stream, a sailboat on the water, sunrises and sunsets, winding roads, mountains, waterfalls, pretty churches, children laughing and playing, children creating and using their imaginations, holding a baby, watching a baby sleep, looking out the window of an airplane, flowers, a good-looking man, a beautiful woman, old houses, lovers gazing at each other, being in the middle of the woods, decorated cakes, pretty dresses, breathtaking photographs, really fast cars, seeing two people in love take their vows, when someone you love looks right at you and smiles, the elderly...

And that's only a few for me.
 
*suspects I'm one in the "Doesn't give thoughtful responses" category*

Babies definitely inspire that sense of wonder in me. How they can be so little and perfect and strong, but delicate. And how is it that they smell so good?

Another is the feeling I get being around water. We're fortunate to have a lake cottage and it's amazing how my stress levels drop as soon as I get a glimpse of the water. Sitting on the dock on a clear, starry night with the waves softly lapping and a light breeze rustling through the trees... it's difficult to not be in awe of the perfection of it.
 
I work in retail, so the holidays have probably permanently lost their magic. I dread from the first of October, until the end of the year. And they have recently changed our policy, so I don't even get holiday pay to look forward to anymore. Thank you for sucking the joy out of life, big box store!
 
Music makes me amazed sometimes. I mean, we are given 12 notes to make music. Just 12. At least in popular western music anyway. Yet, there are how many thousands of songs that come out every year? And while most of it is shit, somehow, some people come up with beautiful and original music. And somehow, some people just have the gift of creating perfect music time and again. Or some people have written music that will be good and perfect thirty years from now, when all of you are old and fragile.
 
Music makes me amazed sometimes. I mean, we are given 12 notes to make music. Just 12. At least in popular western music anyway. Yet, there are how many thousands of songs that come out every year? And while most of it is shit, somehow, some people come up with beautiful and original music. And somehow, some people just have the gift of creating perfect music time and again. Or some people have written music that will be good and perfect thirty years from now, when all of you are old and fragile.
His real answer is babies and hamsters. He's just too much of a pussy to admit it in public.
 
I don’t feel much awe in my daily life. Too focused, too bogged down in responsibilities. I generally need to be jolted out of my usual space to allow awe a foothold. Travel will often do it for me, particularly when I go to a place significantly different than my experience in the states. The last time I remember experiencing travel awe was in Brazil. Looking at the night sky and seeing the skewed constellations, even new ones. I’d never seen the Southern Cross before.

I have a friend who is currently seven months pregnant. Seeing the changes in her, physically and emotionally, has been a little awe inspiring. :)
 
Watching them breathe, so peaceful. Or watching them laugh, those deep belly giggles....

I was the same way with my son. Hearing that little boy belly giggle and watching him breathe made my heart go pitter-patter. I even enjoyed watching him eat. Funny thing is, I still do. When he's home from break and fast asleep on the couch, when he's chowing down in the kitchen with his friends, when we're having a bbq and I can hear him talking, laughing and having a good time....your child's older but all the same things still tug at your heart strings.


And then there are the mornings when I am getting off, and I catch the first pink and orange and red rays of the sunrise.

I love watching the sun rise. Especially when I travel and am somewhere south.

What impresses you these days? What makes your mouth go slightly agape and causes an unnatural stare. For me, the night's sky full of stars will always do it. Or is the world, life no longer capable of impressing you? Has the wonderment gone like Santa Claus on Christmas morning? If so, can you get it back? Or is it gone forever once its gone?

Sure people lose their childlike enthusiasm and innocence <insert one of my favorite quotes here> but is it really possible for one to be so jaded by life that they no longer have the ability to be affected? Other than illness, I mean. Even if you are the most crotchety old hag or curmudgeon on the planet, I'd like to think not.

I'm impressed and my soul is touched by many things. Some have been named by others.

I was an only child and have only one child -- so I don't have any nephews or nieces -- but I do have godchildren and my son's friends who have always been like one of my own -- and they have tickled my heart through the years and continuously do so in the best ways imaginable. I'm impressed by them, they inspire me.

Then of course, there are the more simple things. Bustling farmer's markets, formal herb gardens and rose beds, charming birdhouses with winged guests, a clear night when it looks like you can see every star in the universe.

A couple of years ago, I saw a bear crossing sign and I was amazed. The Hampton underwater tunnel....driving through it, I was holding onto my pants for dear life, like it was going to save me if something should happen, but again, I was amazed.

I suppose I'm just happy that I can be affected and fascinated....still.
 
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Music makes me amazed sometimes. I mean, we are given 12 notes to make music. Just 12. At least in popular western music anyway. Yet, there are how many thousands of songs that come out every year? And while most of it is shit, somehow, some people come up with beautiful and original music. And somehow, some people just have the gift of creating perfect music time and again. Or some people have written music that will be good and perfect thirty years from now, when all of you are old and fragile.

It's not often I agree with PMann but well, there you go.:D Music is one for me as well. Listening to a beautiful voice or the perfect melody can raise the hairs on my arms.
I am also lucky enough to live close to the Rocky Mountains, sitting on my front porch and looking out to see them in all thier majestic glory is humbling and brings an enormous sense of peace to me.
 
Music makes me amazed sometimes. I mean, we are given 12 notes to make music. Just 12. At least in popular western music anyway. Yet, there are how many thousands of songs that come out every year? And while most of it is shit, somehow, some people come up with beautiful and original music. And somehow, some people just have the gift of creating perfect music time and again. Or some people have written music that will be good and perfect thirty years from now, when all of you are old and fragile.

This is so very true. Watching a talented musician full of passion, or hearing emotional words turned into poetry through songwriting, or as another said- hearing and feeling a beautiful voice sing, are some of the most awe insipring things in the world.

I was the same way with my son. Hearing that little boy belly giggle and watching him breathe made my heart go pitter- patter. I even enjoyed watching him eat. Funny thing is, I still do. When he's home from break and fast asleep on the couch, when he's chowing down in the kitchen with his friends, when we're having a bbq and I can hear him talking, laughing and having a good time....your child's older but all the same things still tug at your heart strings.

This is lovely to read. It evoked so much emotion in me. Thank you. My heart runneth over. :rose:
 
I'm definitely sitting next to All 4 Love on this one. LIFE simply amazes the crap out of me, pretty much constantly, from the small things to the great things. Underlying it all for me is amazement as the mechanics of the world - how things work, how they grow, how they move, etc. I always think "holy crap, that's amazing".

Yes, you can lose that since of amazement, but yes, it can and will come back. I almost think it takes a deliberate act of will to not be constantly amazed.

(LOL - and on a strange side note - I grew up in rural Nebraska so to this day, thirty years since I ventured into the wide world - skyscrapers and jets still make me stare in amazement.)
 
Or watching them laugh, those deep belly giggles....

This I love!! :heart::heart:

That is, if those little fuckers ever let you sleep long enough to be alert enough to focus on anything at all. :mad: :D

#truth #sleepisheaven

*suspects I'm one in the "Doesn't give thoughtful responses" category*
Welcome to the club. Make yourself at home I have chocolate cock cake over there ---> and porn on the big screen. :D

Another is the feeling I get being around water. We're fortunate to have a lake cottage and it's amazing how my stress levels drop as soon as I get a glimpse of the water.

This too. I love the water, a lake when camping or the gulf while on vacation. It seeps into your soul faster than a lubed up butt plug. :cool:

Music makes me amazed sometimes. I mean, we are given 12 notes to make music. Just 12. At least in popular western music anyway. Yet, there are how many thousands of songs that come out every year? And while most of it is shit, somehow, some people come up with beautiful and original music. And somehow, some people just have the gift of creating perfect music time and again. Or some people have written music that will be good and perfect thirty years from now, when all of you are old and fragile.

Yes, kinda. I am not as in awe as music on the radio as I am to music made and preformed in person, small groups or even just a friend and you while he plays or sings. That will drop my jaw. Like RA here. She is amazing.

His real answer is babies and hamsters. He's just too much of a pussy to admit it in public.

LMAO! *seriously crushing*
 
This I love!! :heart::heart:


Welcome to the club. Make yourself at home I have chocolate cock cake over there ---> and porn on the big screen. :D

LMAO! *seriously crushing*

you have porn? I'm definitely hanging out at your house more often! I may even move in.....do you need a manservant?:D
 
LIFE simply amazes the crap out of me, pretty much constantly, from the small things to the great things. Underlying it all for me is amazement as the mechanics of the world - how things work, how they grow, how they move, etc. I always think "holy crap, that's amazing".

Yes, you can lose that since of amazement, but yes, it can and will come back. I almost think it takes a deliberate act of will to not be constantly amazed.

Very much this. :heart:

(LOL - and on a strange side note - I grew up in rural Nebraska so to this day, thirty years since I ventured into the wide world - skyscrapers and jets still make me stare in amazement.)

Beautiful buildings are amazing to really, really look at and to study. Oh, but watching jets. It's mesmerizing, absolutely majestic. Finding the little side roads right next to the airport and watching them take off or land right over you! What a wonderful way to pass the time! And much safer for me because if I'm driving down the highway close to an airport and a jet flies over, I'm not keeping my eyes on the road. It's impossible for me. ;)
 
This morning I spent some time in a classroom used by seventh graders (ninth graders if you count the two years they spent in Kindergarden too) and I was amazed.

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Teacher: You now have half an hour to finish the letter.
Student: You want it written down?

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Student: Can I use my calculator to make notes during the maths test?

These and a few more quotes were plastered along the walls.

Add the lady in the train talking loudly on her phone with a friend about her boyfriend, the elderly gentlemen blowing air kisses at someone on the platform, the toddler grinning at everyone (until he got hungry), the young lady picking up an empty coffee cup someone had dropped beside the bin and putting it in the bin, and on the way back the man offering me a cookie (I might have looked la bit longingly, I'll admit that much) and chatting with me about the shop he bought them, the two elderly ladies siting behind me chatting about a 'friend', the few rays of sunshine around noon, the howling wind blowing against the window in the late afternoon, dinner with eldest a bit later …
 
It always seems to come back to Pmann or rainshine. Are we sure they aren't the same person? :cool:
 
Oh snap! Is Pmann follicly challenged? The universe gets a little sharper.....

:D My evil plan is working.



Tsk tsk. For shame, Papa. For shame. I have a full and magnificent head of hair, great boobs, and MUCH better taste in clothes and shoes.
 
What impresses you these days? What makes your mouth go slightly agape and causes an unnatural stare. For me, the night's sky full of stars will always do it. Or is the world, life no longer capable of impressing you? Has the wonderment gone like Santa Claus on Christmas morning? If so, can you get it back? Or is it gone forever once its gone?

OK, I'll bite. Some of what you say or others have said is definitely on my list: the night sky on a clear night away from the city. The stars so numerous that they seem to outnumber the dark between them. The faint glow of the ones you can't really see in the band of the milky way.

The incredible beauty of a wilderness revealed as I climb a trail in the mountains. That gasp as I finally crest the peak or clear the tree line and the view spreads out before me. Sometimes, as I'm hiking, I've almost forgotten that this is why I came. I've focused on putting one foot in front of the other, on trail and the steps and the other technical aspects of the hike. And then, suddenly, it's all spread out before me.

The feeling as my boat comes alive in the wind. Moments before it was an awkward plastic animal, growling it's displeasure and fighting at being held captive against the dock. But then, as the boat clears the pier and I can feel the hull lift and the sails are set, it's like suddenly a bird in flight. Soaring across the water, the centerboard humming. The feeling of that perfect balance as the sails work together with the hull, the rudder and the weight of the crew to send her soaring.
 
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