One needs experiences with risk and effort, trial and error. The rest is filling, not fulfilling.
It's a lot more interesting at the edge of the herd than it is in the middle.
I went skiing, took lessons, and went flying around at age 55, loved it. And everyone I know who is any good has hurt themselves. I knew I'd hurt myself, and didn't want to spend the 6 months or so it would take to recover. So, I passed it up before I became addicted beyond redemption.
I admire people who find what I would consider simply quiet desperation both rewarding and satisfying. The people I admire most, though, extend themselves, take chances.
An addict or alcoholic learning to live clean and sober is one of those, for instance.