Well, a big one is “surviving until adulthood.”
And why would that be important, necessarily?
Neither you nor Bradski have actually answered the question. You have skirted it, kicked it further down the street, but haven’t actually answered it.
The unexamined life is not worth living, according to Socrates. Suppose one “survives” to adulthood, does that make their life inherently more worthwhile than an examined life that doesn’t?
What does examining your life bring to it? Meaning, perhaps? So it wouldn’t be the mere fact of surviving even to adulthood that would make the life worthwhile, but the meaning that came from it.
What if life is inherently meaningless as the materialist insists – mere accidental agglomerations of atoms without point or purpose. Then ultimately every life is, at base, mere brute fact reduced to physicality and purposelessness. Meaning is stripped from its essential nature outwards. Existence is inherently meaningless. Existence has no point or purpose and therefore things which exist have none, either. At least, none which endure.
Now you might claim that we can create our own meaning. Sure, we imagine and dream and emote and have thoughts, but ultimately those do not endure and are mere illusions or delusions of the mind.
If atheism and, by extension, materialism are true, then surviving to adulthood is in the end no different, no better – in any objectively real sense – than surviving merely to infancy. Longevity does not add an iota of meaning if it isn’t in the act of existing itself.
No one but the one who “survives” would know the difference and upon their death that difference in knowledge wouldn’t hold. It would all evaporate into the abyss of meaninglessness AND the presumed creator of that “meaning” would know that their “meaning” was actually and ludicrously meaningless.
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
Teleology, enduring purpose built into the very nature and essence of things, makes a profound difference.
Without meaning and purpose inhabiting the core of existence itself mere survival into adulthood, onto old age and even through infinite time will not, by itself, make living MORE meaningful or worthwhile.
Survival doesn’t answer the question, nor, by itself, does it provide meaning, except in a very thin and attenuated sense of fighting off the very real certainly that life is, at ground, meaningless.