One, I cannot tell you what it is. It's not so much of a privacy issue as it is a personality issue. I would tell you, but why should I, if I've never told the person(s) it involves?
The second, however, is my ability to see.
As much as I love listening to music and being swooned by musicians on stage, I can't say that I'm artist enough to make my own music and truly understand it. What I like about music is that I can learn about the artist and why he/she produces the music they produce and what compels them and maybe their background influences. Plus, as one person pointed out, I don't always look for craft. It's like being a shallow person except for music. It doesn't mean that I don't appreciate the artistry of sound, it just means I don't like country music.
Point in case, the ability to hear is a blessing, but my appreciation runs further for my ability to see.
The thing is, I have horrible vision. Like, I mean, atrocious.
I received my first pair of glasses when I was seven. I had poor vision probably as a result of reading in the dark, watching TV too close, and some genetics. When I was nine, I got my first pair of contacts that I was too scared to wear. I didn't try again until I was 14 and in my freshman year of high school. It changed my life. Now, I rely on it, since I never wear my glasses for more than an hour a day. In that sense, you can say I abuse my eyeballs and therefore definitely take it for granted.
But in the morning, when the air is crisp and I walk outside and stare at the yellowing trees and watch the people rush to work and watch the people leisurely walk their dogs, I can only feel a deep sense of appreciation for such clarity and beauty in ordinary things.
I've never considered myself to be a dreamer, but this makes me reconsider the truth.