Time develops taste. And until you've developed it, it's invisible. Others can see it though, and evaluate the investment of knowledge you've made. After 10 years of onky trying rich dark wines at restaurants, I'm learning which ones I really like. But I know next to nothing about white wines, or beer, or mixed drinks.
Experience leads to a richer life.
As I sit eating granola, as the window tunnels in one window and out another, as the birds sign the morning awake, no experience accrues. Later though, these memories will merge with the afternoon activities. I will hold more closely the day and the people I meet, while recalling the red wing black birds down the street, screaming the sun into being. Perhaps smaller animals will scamper through younger woody paths while I mirror their behaviour in corporate surroundings. A cooler day, grey with rain, will enshroud these events.