Step foot into Miami or LA and you'll see the gaudy extremes of wealth accumulation. I live in Fort Lauderdale for a long time, and it blew me away how miserable a vast majority of the wealthy truly were. Meeting a lot of them in my younger 20's, believing they must be "living the dream", only to later find out it was a facade most of the time, completely changed my mind on "getting rich". Living modestly with no attachment to material things is the way to be.
As a former Miata owner I always noticed that the price of a convertible roadster is inversely proportional to how often the top is down.
Whenever I'd see something like a Z4 or better, the top would be up even on the absolutely most beautiful days, and the person driving it just looked utterly joyless.
