Not unless he is only happy at the airport, rides their bike or bums a ride with friends to get there, washes airplanes in exchange for rides, mooches rides, gets their ground instructor rating and teaches ground school to make money for lessons, is ok with being tossed off the basketball team because they are sweeping hangars and washing out drip pans instead of making practice, remembers on their 4th touch and go in the pattern that prom was tonight, finds an old guy with an IFR 172 and pays for the annual in exchange for using it to get his instrument rating, sleeps on the couch of the FBO where he instructs in the world's oldest Piper Warrior, waits for the freezing rain to stop that has coated the clapped out Cherokee 6 full of automotive seat belt buckles he's gotten a job flying, calms his wife (and mother-in-law) down when she announces her water has broken and that he'll be back from his overnight in Savannah by 8am, packs up his flight bag for the last time after a shouting match over a logbook write-up with a bitter old chief pilot who "thought I hired a team player", remembers the first time he was a co-pilot and how young the captain he's flying with now looks, and ...
then when he calls to say he's got a class date with Delta, I might recommend he take it.
I dont agree with you much, but this is absolutely correct.