"Other" for me. For all the missteps i've made in the past, each one somehow made me a little stronger. I feel as if I have had multiple lives, and all are tied very loosely together with bicycle adventures with my four life partners. My final wife is the best one yet, and I am as happy as I could hope, and I've made her happy these last eight years - we're still like newlyweds.
Although we could always wish for more stuff, we have let that pass ... but now that health issues from my genotype are surfacing in my early sixties, the future is somewhat foreboding. I am assuredly in much better shape than if I didn't do as much biking as I have the last 35 years. But if I were smarter, I would have chosen a more bike - friendly locale besides southern New England, so I could ride more or all of the year.
Our future is a steamy mirror. Who knows how much is enough to save, when healthcare costs are approaching exponential? Why worry about an undefinable imaginary number? For me though, happiness is a "today" thing, to be taken gladly if it comes again tomorrow. I do worry greatly though, for our children and future generations, even if the worry intrudes on today's happiness.