I doubt money buys happiness. I fare well academically and I've told myself I'd rather have a job I like and get paid less rather than a job I don't really like and get paid more. Of course if the happy job pays way too low I'll pass because then my freetime won't be fun 
But not everyone has the same philosophy.
However IIRC according to studies, at the middle class and above money has no significant effect on happiness but it has between the poor and the middle class.
Here's my two cents. I haven't lived for long, I'm not a wise man but I picked up a lot from my father, I asked him about happiness once when I wasn't at my best. I wasn't depressed but my symptoms were similiar I was just feeling down probably because I was still a teenager and we're a bit prone to depression and mood swings. When I asked my dad I didn't really say I felt down, I asked about happiness and his response was simple.
He didn't mention money, pride, education or religon, he mentioned just doing stuff you like, that simple. He told me he'd wake up, eat, maybe write poems (He was quite popular among Kurds in Gothenburg and Kurdistan, talking about religion, writing stuff etc), sometimes he'd go out with friends then he'd read a book. Everything at its own pace, no stress, no hurry. And he was a happy man.
But not everyone has the same philosophy.However IIRC according to studies, at the middle class and above money has no significant effect on happiness but it has between the poor and the middle class.
Here's my two cents. I haven't lived for long, I'm not a wise man but I picked up a lot from my father, I asked him about happiness once when I wasn't at my best. I wasn't depressed but my symptoms were similiar I was just feeling down probably because I was still a teenager and we're a bit prone to depression and mood swings. When I asked my dad I didn't really say I felt down, I asked about happiness and his response was simple.
He didn't mention money, pride, education or religon, he mentioned just doing stuff you like, that simple. He told me he'd wake up, eat, maybe write poems (He was quite popular among Kurds in Gothenburg and Kurdistan, talking about religion, writing stuff etc), sometimes he'd go out with friends then he'd read a book. Everything at its own pace, no stress, no hurry. And he was a happy man.
