“There is something about yourself that you don’t know. Something that you will deny even exists until it’s too late to do anything about it. It’s the only reason you get up in the morning, the only reason you suffer the sh*tty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears.

“This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. ‘Fear or revere me, but please think I’m special.’ We share an addiction. We’re approval junkies. We’re all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The “hip, hip, hoo-fucking-rah.” Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on, you crazy diamond.

“Cos we’re just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.”

The monologue is taken from one of my favorite movies: “Revolver”. You can find the clip here if you’d like to watch it.

I’ll let you decide what to make of it. But I will ask you a question.

To what extent is your sacrifice and suffering for something meaningful. And to what extent is for that ‘pat on the back’?