When 9 people in a group of 10 see one person get lucky by owning more than 90% of the available assets around them and not seeing an iota of it going to them, you are about to get a lesson in how unlucky you can also be.
In fact, frequently I feel sorry for them because they seem so desperate to be friends with me - because my life experience had been "real" and presented me with real shit they never had to deal with. They lack more for true friends than you or I. And I can't covet what they have when I can see, plainly, that I wouldn't want to trade places with them. And that a lot of times they want to trade places with me.
We all die. Happiness and bliss is just as likely to find you in a park behind a dumpster as in a penthouse. All the rest of the angst about judging who deserves what is just a waste of the time you have on this earth to define yourself independently.
This is about wealth inequality. This is about watching as resources are entirely captured for a very small few. But history will continue to teach lessons about what happens when the rich get too big for their britches.