You cannot be suffering from relative poverty. You've still got hands and legs, your head can still turn around to look behind, so you can see whatever job your temporary boss is pointing out for you to do, before he fires you when he disapproves for whatever excuse, or he lays you off regretfully for not being able to pay you enough, for not too long enough.
Otherwise, you don't believe that life is all about being a student, then a worker, then being a student again while working, rinse and repeat. Your purchases of material joy are but privileges to soothe your fear for your survival, and your lifelong terror of desperation, on pain of death. The powers that be suffer your silly pleasures, but never forget you are ever nose to the grind of the factory line, however sleek and sophisticated you're supported by suits and skirts, gadgets and AI.
Yet you cannot be suffering as long as you watch your bottom line, you live to learn and benefit from your efforts. Otherwise, you don't believe that hope is concluding from calculations that essential things get done and you get to where you wanna go, however much the surroundings change and shifting goal posts.
But you never forgot the dream from which you were born.