Napoleon said (it could be apocryphal) that quantity has a quality in itself.
This makes sense when we’re talking about the art of war. The one who has the most cannon fodder doesn’t always win. But it helps.
But not in life, not so much.
Our life is one of consumption: of emotions, of food, of books, of films, of everything that is art, and earthly pleasure, and intellectual stimulation.
Is it better to be the person who has all the hours of all his days filled by an endless procession of insipid experiences? Or one who enjoys, for long stretches of time, high quality experiences?
The clock is ticking. Make your choice.