What’s _really that_ important to me? Love. Family. Time. Friends. A good relationship with God and with most of the people I know. All the things of which it would be a misnomer to even attempt to ask whether one had “enough”. Whereas with money, one can plot the precise point on a graph where expending continuing effort to accumulate more of it ceases to make sense unless one is receiving some other secondary compensation for that effort. (For example, if you happen to really enjoy your job, you certainly don’t need to quit just because you don’t need the money anymore. But no matter how much you love your work, there remains a crossover point where it stops being a _requirement_ and becomes, at most, voluntary.)

Which isn’t to say that money isn’t important at all — especially to people who _don’t_ yet have enough of it, and even more especially to those who don’t yet even have a plan for _getting_ enough of it — but it’s certainly not the most important thing.