I have been poor, middle class and wealthy at various times in my life. I've been an entrepreneur, I have successfully exited, I have met many wealthy people along the way, and I'm telling you, I would not wish the suffering that afflicts the rich on my worst enemies. You may not feel bad for them, because you imagine they have lives of luxury and privilege, and very often they do. If you had their money, your problems would be solved - that's true. These are common fantasies. But you don't see the spiritual afflictions - the isolation, the paranoia, the existential ennui, the terror of unfavorable comparison, the weight of the worldly chains that money wraps around their necks. If you knew how constricting the cement of power was on their egos, how ossifying the pain of their separation, how lonely their lives, how few people they can trust, how extraordinarily, devastatingly hard they are on themselves, along dimensions of vulnerability you've never thought to criticize in yourself - you'd give everything away before you practiced a day of being wealthy into your body.