This system of life

What is work for besides looking after one's quality of life? This life is... like this. I want to be an actor. Say I get a few good film under my belt. I get paid a couple million dollars. I buy a house, still get along with family after a few arguments, go on the road trip of a lifetime, take my family on to a vacation of their lives. Settle down. Meet a girl. Be able to sit by the pool in the summer sipping martinis. Then what? I wanted to be an actor and now that I have everything. What now?

What is the drive of the human? Because if it's to drink martinis, I've already won. If not, just pull me to the grave because I'm not sure if I am living.