We’re all insecure, and we’re all fortunate, to varying degrees. I feel rich in many ways, and money only relatively, having grown up in poverty in the USA and

We’re all insecure, and we’re all fortunate, to varying degrees. I feel rich in many ways, and money only relatively, having grown up in poverty in the USA and not yet had access to beyond the low end of “Middle Class”. If this country cared more about the well-being of all who live here (extending that to all life, but let’s keep it human for now) I’d probably be less anxious about how close I am to having to spend most of my time on meeting the basic needs of my family. As it is, I enjoy hours of free time each day. I’m confident I’d adjust, but there’d be a cost unless I could be like Viktor Frankl. People with access to far more resources than me are still people and still have challenges. The shine is off; such wealth alone doesn’t make them interesting to me, it’s the choices they make that matter. Perhaps reevaluate your relationships with these folks? Ask yourself: why do I maintain these friendships, and to what degree are they transactional?