Passion

When I was playing poker, what drove me to play? What was the driving factor in grinding it out? Was it because I hated the former entry level corporate position I previously had or was it something more profound? I struggle today to find that same level of passion for I'm trying to make hapen today. Perhaps it was the lure of fast money and independently set work hours. That new found freedom was something I never really had while working the 9 to 5. But if that is the argument then the situation I am in now is perfectly analagous to that same kind of freedom and self driven meritocratical system. However hard you work for yourself will yield results equal to the effort you put in. You shall reap what you sow, indeed. Pick up your skirt, and let's show 'em how you can really dance. You don't want to end up like some of the failed lives you see around you everyday. The only difference between a winning poker player and a losing one is passion.