When I was a teenager, I assumed in every disagreement:
* I already know the truth
* The only conceivable reason someone could disagree with me is stupidity
* The goal of a debate is to defend the truth from ignoramuses, and pummel them into submission with superior displays of snarkiness and canned rhetoric
With age, this has morphed in this direction:
* I have opinions that may or may not be true
* If someone holds a strong opinion that disagrees with my experiences, this is fascinating (how could we arrive at such different world views, while living in the same world?)
* The goal of a debate is to examine how they could arrive at a different conclusion to mine and reconcile our disparate experiences
Or do you have an inward peace which makes going on about such things impractical and irrelevant?
I hear what you’re saying, and I agree that restlessly over sharing is counter productive, though I also notice that society tries to suppress the standards of others in some attempt for bland conformity.
Your answer regarding richness in life, as well as self reflection are merely your standards coming to fruition.