Just let me be poor and happy. 
That wound up to be my own final answer. I made it to decent money a couple times, with all the stress of it, the insecurities it br8ngs...
Since my divorce, since I no longer have kids to provide for, nor a wife to keep happy... Well I have eschewed the rat race in favor of poverty and subsistence... That sounds awful, don't it?
I make very little money. But I own my small cabin. A mansion for me really - 1200 ft2, living by myself...
and before this year's medical worry, I kept a garden, raised some beef, and hunted and fished.
Sure and I fixed computers, wrote some code...that was more of a side-hustle. But it made what little I needed. I was poor, surely, by the world's standard, But my stress level was zero... my larder was full to overflowing... Years-worth in the pantry, freezers full to brimming with fish and meat
And me with all the time in the world to fish and hunt and camp. Free to buy and sell, and fix things
Without question, the happiest, most carefree days of my life.
Who's rich, then?