Oh yes, happiness is about being rich. Friends, family, pets, those are things that you can't really help. People will like me, or they won't. But money? The glistening, glimmering, glint of gold, the shiny yet subtle seduction of silver, the smell of green dollars and the texture of purple pounds and the weight of thousands and thousands of rupees? That is something I can work on. That is happiness.
Or, as Calvin puts it: 'A trillion billion dollars, my own space shuttle, and a private continent!'