The ever-ubiquitous (did i spell tjat right? i'm wasted) question. What are your thoughts? My aunt makes practically nothing per annum. I'm talking prob. 50K a year. Yet, she's a very, very happy person. She's lived in Lake Tahoe, Massachusetts, Hawaii, Italy...all on her pitiful salary. FYI, she's a Montesorri school teacher. Then there's folk like me. Frankly, my dad makes a lot of money. He owns numerous companies. Until I was 7 or 8, putting food on the table was a real concern for him and my mom. Through incredibly long hours and a lot of sacrifice, my father and mother were able to build a life for me that I am just realizing 99% of the globe will never experience. So, does money=pleasure? Opinions?