It is not difficult to imagine a world short of ambition. It would probably be a
kinder world: with out demands, without abrasions, without disappointments.
People would have time for reflection. Such work as they did would not be for
themselves but for the collectivity. Competition would never enter in. conflict
would be eliminated, tension become a thing of the past. The stress of creation
would be at an end. Art would no longer be troubling, but purely celebratory in
its functions. Longevity would be increased, for fewer people would die of heart
attack or stroke caused by tumultuous endeavor. Anxiety would be extinct.
Time would stretch on and on, with ambition long departed from the human heart. 
Ah, how unrelieved boring life would be! 
There is a strong view that holds that success is a myth, and ambition therefore
a sham. Does this mean that success does not really exist? That achievement is
at bottom empty? That the efforts of men and women are of no significance
alongside the force of movements and events now not all success, obviously,