Today I walked past a well-groomed old man driving an awesome Jaguar convertible. Jaguars are my favorite sports car, and I felt a twinge of envy.
Later at a fast food restaurant, an energetic teenager before me in line was counting out his coins, unsure if he had enough to pay for a cold drink. I felt stabs of nostalgia and envy.
I’m now a man of middle years and middle income, and my reactions led me to a thought experiment:
All other things equal, would you rather be a rich old man or a poor young man?
(Am I right in thinking the answer is obvious?)