This could be a difficult question to answer scientifically, or philosophically, and even religiously.
Fortunately, we have access to poets:
"Jenny Kissed Me" Jenny kiss'd me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have miss'd me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kiss'd me. -- By Leigh Hunt.
That's the kind of thing that makes inanimate objects, mundane events, and even ordinary people something special.
If you want to impress me with your line of argument, try T. S. Eliot....
As if the sanctity of "ordinary people" depended on the "blessed" oracles of poetry....
What is wrong with people nowadays? Are they so entranced by sterile doctrines and lesser poets that they have forgotten how to LIVE??? AS MEN???
The poets can't do your living for you or for me, NicknamedBob.