Claudiunm
Legend
Platinum Level
I have played poker for as long as I can remember.
From home meetings in my early teens, to sneaking into the casino before I was 18. From the early days of virtual poker rooms to the mind-blowing reality that online poker has become.
All the while, the dream tries to make a living because of our superior poker skills kept us going. We grew up believing that we have a chance to build a decent bank and someday make the big leap onto the world stage.
As all truths last a lifetime, this one hit hard. Santa Claus doesn't exist, no one is so good in bed, and you probably won't be available at the WSOP this year.
Or always.
Still. We keep grinding. And while I'm sure some players are still waiting for the blinding stroke of luck that will catapult them from oblivion, most of us have found comfortable space on our daily tables.
So, what keeps us stuck in our seats for days on end? Is it the thrill of spying on pocket rockets? Is it the satisfaction of winning a huge pot? The relief of regaining your foothold after a series of bad times?
Sting once wrote that "we negotiate letters to find the answer, the sacred geometry of chance" and, although some of you do not agree with the concept, he understood an idea.
It' not about the money. [/TO QUOTE]
So, Marcos, I think it's one of the big questions in the Universe: Why do we continue even after realizing an inexorable truth that those reached or at the top will be rare. Even so, we continue. I think that, despite the money we got here, it is the excitement of being here that we continue.