As I sat waiting for today's inspiration, I held in my hand a smooth, pointed stylus. I think it was used for scratching things off a Valentine's card last February (who says I don't put things away?). It had a great feel--smooth and gliding past my fingertips. I then started to think. If I had to give up one of my senses, which would it be, and if I had to keep only one of my senses, what would it be? In sixty-five (almost) years, I've seen a lot, but don't want to quit. My olfactory senses are directly related to my sense of taste, and we know I wouldn't want to lose those. Obviously, based on the stylus, my sense of touch is a blessing. That leaves hearing, and I've seemingly started to lose that. Couldn't hear music? Ouch. Couldn't hear the laughter of a child? Ouch. But if I had to lose one.... (I probably would change that on a daily basis.)
Now to the flip side of the coin. If I had to lose every sense but one, what would it be. Trick question designed to get to today's point. The only sense I pray to god I never lose is my sense of humor. What a difference it makes in my life. The ability to laugh with others and at myself has more than once retained what little sanity I have. To put it as succinctly (not exactly one of my traits) as I can, I would quote you the magnet on the refrigerator door. "Life is too important to be taken seriously." Psychologically speaking, I think you could say I definitely have come to my senses! And you are loved!