When something is new to us, we treat it as an experience. We feel that our senses are awake and clear. We are alive.
“O, once in each man's life, at least, Good luck knocks at his door; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more. But while the loitering idler waits Good luck beside his fire, The bold heart storms at fortune's gates, And conquers its desire.”
“I live in fear of being a contented passenger. I'd rather get parts I can't play.”