So, I made a fair amount of money off my last job (the company's stock plummeted, they repriced all the options, the price recovered), and I ended up with a six-figure retirement account at age 26.

I'm certainly fortunate and it makes my life a bit less stressful, but it doesn't keep me warm at night. It doesn't care about whether or not I had a good day at work. I can't have an intellectually stimulating conversation with it. And that's just a little bit of money. Fame would be even worse.