How to measure a Life's Quality

It was a terribly terrible bad day.
I just got off a nasty fight and was having loads of problems:
personally, politically, psychologically and financially.
Decided to smoke my lungs out by a bridge cutting thru the ocean.
It was a popular spot for tourists, you can find more races than you do in my campus there.

On my way of the 5th stick, an mediocre-looking not too old but definitely not young man came to approach me.

"borrow me a light please, son."

(it feels really classic with the 'son')

caucassian, with beach wear and a beer along with the rattan hat of his.

(hands my ligther).

"thanks. its my lucky stick. ill devote this one for you."

I was shocked
"why would that be?"

"you look as if you need it more."

"i probably do. thanks anyway".

He smirked, leaned his shoulders on the bridge's handle:
"lemme ask you, how do you measure someone's quality of life?"

"gee. i dont bloody know, how many friends he have?"

"see, do you judge him financially? how famous he is? how handsome or beautiful a person is?"

"shoot me old man. i cant even think right now."

"well. I'd judge from how happy he is. And you, are getting a big zero. Time to introspect yourself?" and he laughs and leave, just like those freaky-artsy movies.

ever since then:
1. Im too lazy to lie, it makes me unhappy.
2. I dont really care about money anymore as long as I have enuf to support myself and the future.
3. Im basically not afraid of anything, unless it makes me really unhappy.
4. Whenever I feel down, Ill still be happy. Why the fuck wuld I reduce my quality of life?

That old-too-stingy-to-buy-a-lighter-bastard has a point though.
he morphed my life into something new.

And

Im liking the new Me.

Ciao,
Magna.