What gives us meaning? What is it that makes an experience good or bad in our minds? Is it suffering? I think not because we can suffer and yet have joy.
When a mother gives birth, the pain is often severe, but the beauty of imparting life lifts us past the pain.
Is it comfort that makes it good?
No necessarily. I have found difficult and rigorous hikes to be delightful, and they were far from easy. I have also been in luxurious settings and been bored out of my mind. The only conclusion I can reach is that we find meaning in and of ourselves.
It is not inherent in the beautiful or the mundane. Instead it lies within us. And again, I believe it comes down to our capacity to feel, express and share love. It is love, affection and caring that transform the common moments.