Everything happens for a reason...or does it?

After losing everything @ the Hard Rock Casino last night I stumbled outside of the building through an emergency exit. It was around 1am, and was very dark. I had no idea where I was for I was unfamiliar w/ the area. I walked around the South Parking lot and came across a bus station. Earlier that day my friend left early to have dinner w/ his lady while I stayed to gamble some more. I could not help but to share my losses with a man sitting in the corner of the dark bus station's beach area. He told me he had lost more than $5000, when asked did he kept tract of how much he lost he replied: "hell no! I would be so sick if I were to keep tract! But~ everything happens for a reason..." That one sentence sank heavily down my heart; I thought to myself, here I am, 1am on a Friday, losing my entire bankroll w/ 4$ in my wallet. Was waiting for friend to pick me up~ just what the hell am I doing. I could have do so much more w/ my time instead of getting demolished by the regulars AND A FUCKING CHINESE KID THE SAME AGE AS ME WHO GOES TO USF AND APPARENTLY HAS BEEN PLAYING POKER FOR 3+ MORE YEARS THAN ME WHO WAS $500+ up. I guess experience does matter, but that doesn't matter because I've decided to quit poker. I do not want the same feeling I felt last night EVER again. If a person lost a nickle they wouldn't feel so bad; I tell myself in the future I want to be in a situation where I wouldn't be fazed by my lost of...a price of an Alien Laptop. I hate losing, I've gotten better, but losing when it comes to money~ I don't think anyone in this world likes that. Changes must be made, & it starts...now.