Had you invested in low-cost index funds instead of doing what you did, would you have more or less? How much more or less?

In the Footsteps of Jack Kerouac on Matterhorn Peak, by Thomas Becker    about me   
The weather looked good at first, but by the time I got to the lake at 11,000 feet, the wind had picked up to a point where it was almost lifting me off my feet at times. The sensible thing to do would have been to turn around again, but I didn't. I just went up and up and up. An hour and a half after passing the lake, I was pulling myself up onto that final ridge, where the storm almost blew me off the mountain and across the stateline into the Great Basin of Nevada. But I crawled even higher and up again. And then, all of a sudden, there was nothing ahead of me and above me anymore. I was hugging that little five by five foot pedestal in the sky that is the top of Matterhorn Peak.