Recently, I had an eye-opening conversation with a self-proclaimed successful salesperson, Mr. B, who epitomized the luxury of our consumer-driven society. This was not our first encounter, but it was, by far, the most illuminating. Dressed in a tailored suit that likely cost more than my monthly mortgage, he exuded an air of success, punctuated by the glint of a diamond-studded watch that could have easily adorned a crown.

“Another round of the wagyu, please!” he bellowed to the waiter, his charisma as thick as the prime cut of beef he was about to devour—a delicacy the average person could only dream of savoring. As the waiter prepared his order, Mr. B leaned back with a satisfied smirk, eyes twinkling with the thrill of indulging in the best life could offer.

Yet, despite the opulence, a sense of unease began to settle in. Between bites of his extravagant