I have concluded that the accumulation of wealth, even if I could achieve it, is an insufficient reason for living.  When I reach the end of my days, a moment or two from now, I must look backward on something more meaningful than the pursuit of houses and land and machines and stocks and bonds.  Nor is fame of any lasting benefit.  I will consider my earthly existence to have been wasted unless I can recall a loving family, a consistent investment in the lives of people, and an earnest attempt to serve the God who made me.  Nothing else makes much sense.