Being rational is fine. Reason and logic accomplish many things and solve many problems. But we’re not all reason and logic. We’re more and a lot more than that.
I fear the day when I’d become too rational: I’d lose myself and would not know who I really am anymore. I’m not made to be totally rational; being rational is only a part of me. There are other things that are cumulatively larger than being logical, rational alone.
Being too rational would turn me into a machine — a mechanical being, a calculator — whose every move is predictable, precise. A machine has no soul, no compassion, no feelings. It has no recognition of itself, of its creator. It produces — things, results — but it does not create; it has no creativity.