yarrr, ye scurvy boy-king, halt ye whinin'

It is that extra love for whatever you do that takes you beyond good. You stretch yourself to become better at it because not doing so is harder to do. And over a period of time, it shows.

In the newsroom, there are reporters who have been there for years. They are the most jaded old farts you can imagine, because they have seen it all. When I asked them whether a 3 car pile up on the expressway was a story, all they asked was "Did anyone die? No one? Cheh. Why you tell me, waste my time." Their utter lack of concern for the welfare of fellow human beings was actually refreshing, if not a little disturbing.

But they are the very same people who come in early and leave late. And in a newsroom, you really survive on passion, because the job takes a toll on your physical and mental well being. It is stressful, crazy and utterly unpredictable. And the pay sucks...for the number of hours that you work. But one thing I have noticed is, these senior reporters never ever complain about work.

...At this point, I still have no idea if this is something I want to do for life. But I hope that someday, I will find a job I love, because after that day, I no longer work.

from here