There's an old saying that I love. "He who dies with the most money is still dead."
What is the point in working your arse off for 60 hours a week your entire life to earn money you don't have time to enjoy? Western society is built around prosperity meaning success. Why? Surely success is when, lying on your death bed, you are thinking back and smiling about all the memories and experiences you enjoyed and you feel fulfilled. Not a list of materialistic items you once had.
I had a useless junkie father and a mother that worked 60+ hours in some shite factory so me and my sister could go to uni. I've never had more than I have now and I appreciate what she and I have worked for. We bring in £65k combined and I have a nice house, nice family car, fiancee and a wee girl with another on the way. Can't ask for more than that. I look forward to camping trips, holidays and generally watching them grow up. That's happiness and success right there.