Why do we consciously choose to do things that cause us pain in the moment, only in retrospect to look back and say, "You know what? That was fun." The outdoors community refers to this as level II fun. Some of the answers may be found here.
But it’s not a cacophony, more a delicate fullness of natural sound that fills the thick air around you. It’s also not the case that these sounds weren’t there before. Rather, because you suddenly lack the ability to see, you gain the ability to listen. The forest converses with itself, and you overhear. Everything is suddenly very present to the mind and ears. You are so in this fucking moment.