They say happiness is such a fickle thing and then, of all the choices that we have, we end up choosing everything else. We choose all the things that other people say will bring us pleasure or standing, both of which can only be yours by choice. And in the end we end up with all the things that money can buy without feeling any good. It begs the question when will enough ever be enough? Everybody should know the myth of Midas and his touch of gold, but you can take your pick of almost any fairytale and find a golden thread of yearning desire, wanton need, happiness and choice. The problem is not to question when, but what it is you want.