There is a sense of peace that comes with loving yourself.
Not the ego self but the journeyed, war torn survivor self, the mistakes have been made self.
There is a brilliance about facing yourself, confronting the "this is where I am self".
When you are in love with that self, and you have embraced the selfishness of allowing her to shine; celebrating who you have become, and you can look upon her with loving eyes, even in the face of distractions, recriminations, rejections and scales tipped not in your favor; then you will be elevated.
Impervious to others discomfort with themselves inside your space.
That is living well.