. . . thought it would be worth the wet, the cold, and the struggle to get out into the misty forest with your lightsaber and cut down trees for your hut instead of watching someone else pretend to on video?
. . . thought you'd rather a flying magic carpet that you had to clean than one that cleaned itself but just stayed on the floor?
. . . carried something that weighed more than you did?
. . . stepped out the door and filled your lungs full of warm wet air and loved it? Or reveled in the feel of warm desert breeze on your skin?
. . . eagerly looked for appalachian trail signs when you drove across it?
. . . delighted in waking up in a tent in the morning light?
. . . wished you could fit everything you ever needed on your back? Actually done things to bring you closer to that?
. . . laughed when you made a harmless mistake? . . . when someone else did?
. . . breathed to inhale the smell of tobacco smoke. . . only to find it made you sneeze?
. . . thought a good pair of jeans were hotter than naked? (I haven't—my jeans don't fit that well.)
. . . lost yourself in a sci-fi book until morning light? Done the same with a fantasy book?
. . . longed to curl up with your lover? Longed for a lover?
. . . studied to make a room full of people laugh?
. . . delighted in a change you made in yourself?
. . . discovered that your god was wiser than you knew?