A few years ago, a friend encouraged me to read, “The Sun Also Rises” by Earnest Hemingway. The story follows a group of friends who belong to the “Lost Generation” of Americans, who were terribly damaged by World War I. Their disillusionment with the world leads them to wander from vague interest to vague interest. They live for nothing and struggle to find any real, lasting happiness. Reading it, I found that none of the characters were particularly admirable or accomplished anything worth doing. This week, I found myself thinking about the book and realized that the characters were living l...