The real sting here isn't that fools chase money—that's easy moralizing. Seneca's point is subtler: he suggests that wisdom itself is a *practice*, demonstrated through how you handle resources, not something you possess separately from your choices. A wealthy fool doesn't merely fail to enjoy his riches; he becomes their instrument, rearranging his entire life around acquisition and anxiety. You see this plainly in people who've inherited sudden wealth and find themselves trapped by it—unable to say no to family requests, paralyzed by fear of loss, their days consumed by managing what was meant to free them. The wise person, by contrast, treats money as a tool that serves a life already shaped by something deeper: purpose, relationships, or simply the ability to decline what doesn't matter.