Slumdog or millionaire?

We are half-heart creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at sea. We are far too easily pleased.
~ C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory and Other Addresses

Is your joy limited to the experience itself, or do you see the fingerprints of your Creator in each snippet of life that stands out from the fabric of your life?