I like shared meals, meandering conversations, unexpected detours, and random epiphanies. I take more meaning from pop lyrics than Bible verse. I think science and art are the pinnacle achievements of humanity. I like the concept of people, yet ... people often fuck that up. Including me, I must confess.
I've lived long enough to assemble my unique collections of regrets and achievements, dreams and fears, adventures and ruts. I've raised a family, sent kids to college, cared for parents, and shared my life with dogs, cows, goats, sheep, parrots, horses, and llamas. All gone now. But... I did it my way.
I play music for friends and bars, but usually more to meet interesting people than the modest tips. I sketch, but more to enhance my perceptions than to create an art career. I love to play with my food... cook and combine in different ways, creating modest magic from apparently ordinary ingredients. And... I love the company of an engaging people, a handful of beverage, a flickering fire, and the sound of rain. Too much sun makes me squint, as I usually don't remember where I put my sunglasses.
I enjoy the moment where random events collide to produce an wondrous effect. I love to discover people who are connecting with their world in expansive ways. Awareness always seems to work better than preplanned outcomes. In short, I love to be pleasantly surprised.
Smatterings of tasty food
And... I think about what I'm going to prepare for dinner.
Oh, wait... that was Johnny Cash. Nah, I didn't do anything THAT bad.
I'm not sure what this topic is getting at. I'm going to give the lawyerly answer of "it depends," subject to my whim.