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　　Lately, I¡¯ve been talking about success with design students both at the school where I teach and at other programs that I visit. When I ask, ¡°What is success?¡± The first response is, invariably(×ÜÊÇ), ¡°Getting a(n)   1   and making money.¡± It   2   some searching to arrive at a richer answer.   3  , getting paid is a baseline for success in any field. Putting this criterion on the table is a(n)   4   step.
　　When I ask design students to talt what makes design different from the fine   5  , they gravitate towards(±»ÎüÒýµ½) the role of the client. Designers serve clients, or so the logic goes,   6   artists serve themselves.
　　Although it is true that designers generally rely on clients, pleasing them is not the   7   purpose of our work. What designers share with our clients is the   8  . Our clients wouldn¡¯t need us at all if we weren¡¯t helping them   9   that public. The public may never know who designed the coffee cup they¡¯re holding, the magazine they¡¯re reading or the sign that¡¯s   10   them where to go. But they¡¯re seeing it, and some of them might, at some level, have their   11   enlivened(ʹÓÐÉúÆø), simplified or otherwise improved by it. One way to thint success is asking whether your work gets   12   or used, and if so, whether using it improves people¡¯s lives.