It's a matter of quality over quantity. When I lay down for my last hours, I don't think I will care about the trinkets I missed out on, rather the time I could have had with my family. I'm looking for the opportunity to get out of Babylon. Sitting around a fire pit with a frosty beverage, talking with my wife and little ones (not so little anymore), I will scratch my dog's ears while burning a good steak on the grill. Sounds like heaven to me.