Everyone has this idea of happiness as being an expensive car parked in the driveway of a ridiculously over-sized house with millions of dollars worth of stuff inside. That's fine if you are obsessed with all that "stuff". After 24 exhausting years of life research I figured out that all I really want is to be able to do what I want. I'm talking about doing things and having experiences that make me actually happy instead of just filling that empty void with "stuff". You go your way and I'll go mine but in the end I know that I'll be the one who can look back at his life and say, "Yeah, that was worth it."