I am celebrated. Revered. Feared. Losing me is soul crushing, yet finding me is exhilarating beyond compare. Some think me easily gained with but a glance, others deny my existence and suffer the consequences of never speaking my name. Some spend their lives looking for me to no avail! If you have me, I’d recommend never letting go.
What am I? Write your answer in the comments.
The answer can be found on Vol. 5