I am not motivated, because I fear that my work will be unrewarded, unrecognized and forgotten like it has been in the past. Only I can reward my work, recognize it, and remember it. And I can only do it when I do what I like.
I don’t know why people toil to satisfy the whims of idiots. I don’t know why customers pay these idiots to do mediocre work. I guess they just put up with what they can get.