And what’s wrong with that? You’re rarely or never disappointed while enjoying most things. I’d say it results in a life well lived rather than nitpicking every single little detail.
And that blissful ignorance is the upside! But I would say it is a life not well lived; a life without contemplation, with appreciation of only that which is superficial and accessible.
We're beginning to go round in circles here, but I'll just rhetorically ask: does contemplation and appreciation of, say, art or poetry or nature, count in order to "live a life well", or must it be only consumer goods?
