It's the hunt, not the kill that makes me happy.
It's the road to collecting and hoarding money that makes me happy, not the final destination of having it.
Everyone is so worried about being happy... man up and get shit done. If you're busy enough you'll forget about the bullshit that society makes you think is happiness anyway.
Society defines happiness as love, success, stability and some other similar notions...how would your definition of happiness be different?
Often times, money is a measure of success and financial stability. Money is not everything, but it is a lot easier to be happy if your kids have food on their plate and a warm roof to sleep under. It doesn't matter how much you think you are in love and have a meanigful relationship with your family, if you don't have the basics and are too poor to live a healthy life, then no my friend....you will not be happy.
I have been rich for a short period or time, and I've been poor for a short period of time. Now I'm doing well. People who say money does not buy happiness have either never experienced being piss poor or have never had so much money to the point where they don't know where they're going to have lunch, paris? rome? dominican? These are two extremes, but it is def. way easier for you to be happy and bring happiness to the people around you if you've got money.
You can listen to all the absurd poetic mambo jumbo about happiness like:
"If there is to be any peace it will come through being, not having."
Henry Miller
"The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven."
John Milton
"The happy think a lifetime short, but to the unhappy one night can be an eternity."
Lucian
"The surest way to happiness is to lose yourself in a cause greater than yourself. "
Unknown
Sure, these are all noble notions, but when you're piss poor and you see the skeleton in your children's chest and hear the grumpling of their tiny stomaches because all they've had to eat for the past 3 days is a few green olives and a loaf of bread, which they split with you, then you will realise the importance of money and how money can make you happy.
I would like to see you man up when you have a wife and kids and you feel helpless because you can't provide them with their simplest human needs - food seems like a distant memory, shelter - a dream on a beautiful summer's night and notions like security, stability and happiness become illusions caused by the lack of alcohol and a pin away from your last shot.
Show me happiness then Mr. tough guy. Show me happiness in a grain of sand. Show me happiness in a ray of sunshine. Show me happiness in the way the sun casts its shadow on a still body. All illusions which you are welcome to enjoy when you've got money, but when you're kids are starving and you haven't had a bath in days because you have to make the connection from the 2nd to the third bus to get accross the city in time for your third job and not risk being fired, then you show me happiness in your noble notions or Shakesperean connotations.