The laughter of a child as he tells his first knock-knock joke to you.
The sound of the vast salty ocean splashing down on the sand grains of the beach at your feet.
To watch a flower sprout from a seed you had once had in your hand.
The peace of silence walking down a mountain path except for the singing of the red cardinals that I have just past and along the way of all of these things finding love that was once thought lost in me.
All of these are great worth to me.
They are the reason I breath.