There was a time when âpoorâ people âthose who lived with just enough, who worked as teachers, gardeners, construction workers, or seamstressesâ seemed to have everything except money.
They entered a job and retired from it.
They raised children.
They had neighbors, street gatherings, shared mates on the sidewalk.
They werenât successful âbut they had a life.
Today, on the other hand, many of those who âmade itâ âthose who earn well, speak English, code, or hold postgraduate degreesâ are on the edge of emotional collapse.
From the outside, everything looks like luxury:
a new laptop, a salary in dollars, remote work.
Inside: loneliness, anxiety, and dark thoughts.
đ§ The generation that has everything⊠except meaning
Juan, a brilliant programmer, changes jobs every six months. He gets laid off, or the contract ends. He lives in fear ânot of poverty, but of emptiness.
Pléuto, another example, earns well and reinvests in passive income. He owns a house, a powerful PC, money⊠and depression. He feels trapped inside his own success.
His sister, drowning in debt, laughs with friends in the town square and wouldnât trade that for anything.
Tino, who studied, earned a masterâs degree, learned languages and built a career, reaches 42 without a partner or children.
Meanwhile, his former classmates âelectricians, bricklayers, bus driversâ already have families, barbecues, and grandchildren on the way.
The âwinnersâ feel they lost something they canât even name: life.
đŹ âI donât have children because the situation is difficultâ
Thatâs the phrase of the moment among the middle and upper classes.
But if it were truly about money, how do we explain that poorer people âliving in the same country, with worse salaries and less stabilityâ do get married, do have children, do leave their parentsâ homes?
Maybe the truth is different:
those at the top arenât poor in money, but in courage.
Or more brutally: they are trapped in a culture where everything must be perfect before living.
First the degree, then the masterâs, then the trip, then the house, then therapy, then⊠never.
Meanwhile, others live with less fear and more vital impulse.
They know life isnât planned âitâs inhabited.

đ The price of âsuccessâ
Modernity sold us a trap: success without community.
We were convinced that happiness meant climbing the economic ladder, even if it meant stepping off the human one.
That we had to study, compete, stand out.
And we did.
But at the end of the road, applause is not enough to fill the silence of an empty home.
The loneliness of the well-off classes is no accident.
Remote work, alienating schedules, meritocracy, and the pressure to âbe your best versionâ have destroyed the simple pleasure of being with others.
And in that world, even love becomes a project ânot a refuge.
đ± The illiterate grandfather and the college-educated grandson
Your grandfather, who couldnât read or write, was braver than many MBA holders.
Your grandmother, with incomplete primary school, built more future than any productivity influencer.
Because they didnât wait for the âideal momentâ to live: they lived anyway.
They had no health insurance, no cryptocurrencies, no job stability.
But they had something almost no one has today: emotional certainty.
They knew who they were, who they loved, and with whom they wanted to share life.
We, instead, have diplomas, followers, and dollar accounts⊠but donât even know who to have lunch with on Sunday.
đŻïž Epilogue: the life you canât buy
The 21st century produced a new form of poverty:
the emotional poverty of success.
A class of people who earn well but donât dare to live.
Who fear mistakes more than death.
Who confuse âpostponingâ with âpreparing.â
Perhaps this generationâs challenge isnât to earn more, but to dare to live with less fear.
Because money is useless if whatâs missing is a hug.

