A Facebook friend posted a photo of his girlfriend wiping a tear as she saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time. It got me questioning what moves me.
I’m not a very emotional person in a traditional sense: Music and art rarely evoke any response. I don’t extol the depth and wonders of my appreciation for nature. I love my family and friends, but I don’t wax poetically about my feelings for them.
But then I remembered one time that I came across something that unexpectedly and strongly stirred and emotional response:
Seeing the Hoover Damn.
No lie. I think about it, and it makes me tear up. I look at that massive structure that holds back millions of gallons of water and pounds of pressure, allows cars to cross over safely, and generates clean energy, and think,
“Damn, humans made that. We’re fucking amazing.”