What motivates us as commuting capitalists? The work, the money, the good we see ourselves doing -- or at least striving toward? Yes, yes and yes.
Those motivations get us up in the morning, put us behind the wheel or on the train or the bus headed to the cube, corner office, shop, strip mall or factory. Hunkered down in whatever bunker we call home for eight, 10 or more hours a day, doing what we do to make the company bigger, the economy stronger, our clients smarter and better able to do what they do. The rewards? Sometimes it's the paycheck, maybe twice a month, maybe when the big deal closes, maybe when the commission comes through. Other times, the reward is less tangible, a feeling or a sense that what you're doing is making a difference. That the thing you and no one else thinks to do or wants to do or
can do ends up bringing something valuable to you and the people you encounter day after day, maybe in person, maybe by e-mail, maybe even through a blog..
Whatever those things are that motivate us, whatever the rewards we consciously seek or purposely don't seek, but instead come across in the most random and unlikely places, these are the sparks that ignite the passion, the flames that fuel the furnace, the fires that continue to burn.
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