<p>I add the following.</p>
<p>We are lucky to live in a society in which someone could pursue happiness and enjoyment for its own sake.</p>
<p>Love, even familial love, emodies a relatively new concept. And happines too. Hundreds of years of slow, grueling turmoil to achieve what we today call comfort. So many often wonder why the poor, the immigrant children work SO hard, why they would play piano every night with aching fingers, or read a thousand pages of dizzying problems for the SAT.</p>
<p>But we so soon forget that in our lives of relatively minor pain, and delightful distraction, a world exists where theatre tech will not cure the typhoid of a sick and dying child, nor provide power to heat the hovel and save fingers and toes from winter's chill.</p>
<p>Ambition, even ethic, are deserving, and I'm surprised no one has defended them thus far in this discussion. I will not, for there are some who will always understand and others that will not.</p>
<p>Yet, when I see the girl with the 1600 SAT who wants to study Archaeology, Anthropology, or English at some LAC, or the boy who would take away from others the opportunity for Boy's State, but has always planned to attend UC Davis which would accept him anyway, when I see irreverence or disrespect, for anguish, when I see incredulousness at the pain put forth for something greater, perhaps ethereal, but noble beyond measure, I must to note it. If only so that you perhaps will as well.</p>
<p>But what do I know?</p>
<p>Let us do what makes us happiest above all, take not seriously the aim of painful ambition. </p>
<p>For in the end, it's really about what 'fits' for you, isn't it?</p>