This is Jeffrey. Jeffrey is the owner of the largest online conglomerate in the world.
(The bald guy, not the lady. Jeffrey would be a weird name for a lady.)
By all accounts and measures, Jeffrey is rich. He has two private jets, a mega-yatch (with a smaller yatch in that one’s garage), and a real estate holding larger than most peoples’ Monopoly portfolios.
To most people, Jeffrey is living comfortably.
Now this is Ntutu:
Ntutu is a chief of the Masai tribe.
Among his people, Ntutu is also considered very rich. Although none of the Masai have cell phones or fancy cars, Ntutu raised himself a large herd of cattle, has access to a constant supply of crops, fathered several dozen kids, and built the biggest mud house in the semi-nomadic tribe, making him the richest man in his tribe.
To his village and himself, Ntutu is loaded silly.
But to Jeffrey (and probably many other Westerners), Ntutu is the furthest thing from “living comfortably”.
Do you see where this is going?
There’s many different levels of “rich”, and even more definitions of “comfortable.”
Generally, rich people have a comfortable life. But how rich and comfortable you are is almost entirely subjective. If you’re driving around in a Nissan while everyone else is driving a Bentley, you’re probably not all that comfortable (at least to your neighbors). But if you’re riding a camel while everyone else is walking? You’re the man.
And you could have none of these things and still feel comfortable.
So yeah, the rich generally do live comfortably compared to their peers. But as with everything in life, there’s levels to it.
Your vision of comfort might be someone else’s vision of squalor.