Living life?

a computer chair found at the saddest little corner of the house

What is the difference between a lonely person sitting behind a secluded desk, an affable person touring some of the world's most fascinating cities and a couple of months old baby barely able to keep his eyes open? Is it wrong to assume that the latter is living more than the former?

What then is the measure of living? Is it the amount of money on a bank account, the number of diplomas on the wall, the extend of fame and power, the volume of milk intake or simply the total time spent awake? Is there even a means to quantify life?

Is it not a little easy to say that living is measured not just by a single defining factor but by the grams, meters, seconds, kelvins, amperes, moles and candelas of life? Is it possible that this conundrum has a fairly easy solution?

If, out of nowhere, the question "Have you lived?" was ask; will hesitation with a certain degree of realization be hidden in beneath a vague answer? If one can reply with complete and absolute conviction, without a nanosecond of delay, then is it not an irrefutable evidence that will support living life to the fullest?

PS: Have you tried making a point by just asking questions?