The university student stands up to put her shoes on not as an ultimate end, but because she wants to leave the house; she wants to leave the house not because that is enough for her, but because she wants to go to campus; she wants to go there in order to take a class; taking a class is itself both a goal and a means for the larger goal of finishing the year's studies, itself a means to eventually graduate, itself a means to find a good job, itself a means of doing many other things that she doesn't fully understand or even imagine yet. Some people insist that the ultimate goal, or at least the most central of all discernible goals, is to become happy. Being happy is, in fact, not a goal but the freedom from goals.