I have never aspired to riches or greatness. I wanted to earn enough money to take care of myself and my family and to be able to do things I like to do. I'm not rich and I'm not great. Some would even say I'm not even successful, but it depends upon whose yardstick I am measured against. I'm not in the 1%, but... I drive an old car (1994), I live in a modest house (1200 square feet) in a working-class surburban neighborhood. I don't save a lot of money, but I'm doing my best here at the end of my working time to have enough to be comfortable in whatever time I have left.
I did what I wanted for the most part. Most of it incomprehensible to coworkers or managers or relatives. They don't understand why I prefer cheeseburgers to steak or why I tinker with old electronics and vacuum tubes and old cars and motorcycles and karate and gardening and photography.
I've never cared. Somehow I am missing that gene that needs approval by others. I do have 'stuff' in abundance, but it's stuff I wanted, and most of it's cheap and not worth a great deal. It wasn't to impress anyone.
As to what I do, I'm a Linux engineer. It's something I lucked into because it was a hobby before I became employed to do it, I find it interesting, and I'm really very good at it. I'm a clever little monkey at solving problems others can't, and it gives me great satisfaction.
I am very nearly self-contained. Approve of me or not, it's the same to me; in fact, I have spent most of my life not fitting in and not caring much about that. As it happens, I have a lot of people who like me, and I like them. Believe me, it's not because I'm such an impressive figure or make so much money or have so many connections to the rich and powerful. Must be my winning smile and charming personality. Heh.