And another.

If I ask myself why I do what I do, it'll be a lie if I say that I do this for love, or for honour, or for passion, or for enjoyment. No motive is entirely pure. So much of what I do is because I want to be recognized for doing it. Or for some other reason I refuse to acknowledge. And I don't think this is applies only to me. I have a strong feeling that it does to pretty much everyone else too. :)