The 8th Wonder of the World isn’t a place. It’s not something you can visit and take a picture of. Though, there is still an essence of tourism. And it’s fleeting. It’s in the feeling of when a child suddenly realizes they’ve grown tall enough to put the star on top of the Christmas tree. It’s in the feeling of when someone quietly smiles to themselves as they leave the cinema after watching an awe-inspiring movie. It’s in the feeling of the end of a hangout when a person involuntarily glances back fondly to their friend as they’re walking away. The final wonder of the world is the wonder of life itself.