I remember in university writing my first play. I was up most nights getting it ready for a big CBC contest. One night, my father came into my room and asked why I was working so late. “This is really hard,” I said, and he asked “Why are you doing it, then?” We forget that our parents (mine, anyway) came out of the war years. After the war, if you wanted a job, you put on a shirt, tie and jacket and went downtown. You always came back with a job. Between that and the need at the time to repopulate, nobody thought about what they wanted to do. Everything was utilitarian. Today, we have the option, yet many people still live in a utilitarian world: make money, have a family, raise them, educate the, pay off the house, get a pension, job done. We don’t even question it, but the idea isn’t modern at all. Thanks for the post, Kyle.