Is life really worth it?

Several events lead me to this question. The primary of which is me not passing UP. Yes, I ddin't pass UP, I passed La Salle and Ateneo bu no that one. I took Fine Arts, one of the more popular courses and despite my horrid grades I thought I'd give it a try. I was really hoping I'd make it, and the thing is I have absolutely no intention of ever studying there. Why would I care then? Maybe it's a matter of pride, but I think it's more to the case of proving to myself that I can beat the odds, no matter how great. But I couldn't, and that leads me wonder, "Will I ever?"

The second even to cause this realization was a tour to Enduran. Now that place was just... wow... If any school ever had both the audacity and the money to bribe their students while making it (seemingly) worth their while this is it. A 1.7 hectare campus made of Classic European architectual design, Millions of jobs available at graduation, a free P18,000 cellphone paid by the school, ability to study in either Switzerland or Spain, a great monthly Study-Now Pay-Later plan and the almost assured promise of getting rich, andI don't just mean rich- I mean fat, filthy, world-traveling, absolutely wealthy kind of rich. It was nearly impossible for me not to entertain the thought of actually going there. What would my life be if I did? I imagine my lifestyle and I have to say I ended up drooling, now that would have been a life I wouldn't mind. And the thing is, everyone will just have to admit it in this modern age, with enough money you could just about pursue any undertaking you wish, even your initial dream job.

So what's the point? The point is I'm now wondering if I made the right choice, If I indeed looked more to my heart than my mind. I chose mostly arts related courses, with the self-gratifying knowledge that once my skills arose to a certain level, I'll be able to attain a sustainable and satisfactory lifesyle. But maybe I'm just being a bit greedy, but for me, for my family, for my Chinese tradition, "satisfactory" just isn't enough. And even with the slight promise of a life of liesuire in the world of arts, it's slim compared to the booming 1.7 Trillion dollar industry of hotels or the millions produced in just about every business one thinks of. I sorely wish to be able to do what I love and make "a lot" of money at the same time, but I have to be realistic, and now I'm truly torn between the two as both seriously are things I really want. Call me idealistic, call me over-ambitious, call me greedy, call me anything you like. But I am more than everything else a confused teenager who doesn't know what to do in life.

In conclusion I guess it leads to that now. When I look at my life at school, all of a sudden a lot of things matter less, as if it finally dawned on me that in a few months nobody would give a damn in school about what I did and in a few years nobody would give a damn about me. So I'd be left where I started, alone, in a life so messed up at so late a period, I can no longer distinguish land from air. All these decisions, life-changing, life-breaking... all the fears, anxiety, all the clear pains and current ones... Is this really what life is gong to be like?
Because if it is, is it worth it?