Originally Posted by petjax
I personally feel bad for most poker-players that have to make money to make a living, when i think of it.
And i feel like that because me myself would be really sad to [have? to] do that, because i love the game[nlhe,5 card stud my first introduction to poker,plo as my favorites] and i see the money as bounty/reward of playing the game better and/or more bravely, more aggressive, it is just the whole spectrum of the game i love that IMO no other game got, i just love the game!!.
And then have to and/or choose to do that for my income, would take so much away from my pleasure/love to play the game, and i don't know even if i could, and i am a lifetime winning player, you couldn't buy a house with it, but a real nice car you could i think, and i see that money as a trophy not as financial gain/profit, and i never could/wil/won't want to change that.
Like a old poker mentor said to me when i was 15 years old: there are 3 rules i have:1. if you are afraid to loose your money you will. and 2. never bring more money then you are prepared to loose and 3. discipline is the only thing that can make you a long time winner, and this man made his money solely from poker for 65 years, never had a job, wife or children, and when i asked him why he said: i never loved anything more then i loved poker, it is my blessing and curse, and this man had won and lost 100 of thousands in one session of poker, and he helped hundreds of people and animals in his live too, and to be fair i wouldn't have been where i am today without that mans help and advice, and never play poker for a living was one of them, and he died on a poker-table[like he secretly wished i think], and the last words he spoke where: i am out.
And no matter what a great good man he was and how much i loved him, i never wanted to be him, because he loved poker, but i know he hated it to make his money from it, but it was like i said before his greatest love, but also his biggest curse, but the 500 people that showed up at his funeral,even from belgium, france, england[and this was a man with-out any living relative when he died] said what man he was when he was alive.
And i also never had a job,wife or children[yet?] i went from school into compulsory military service[after a year of playing and learning poker in between], like it was still obligated then in holland, and after that i joined the foreign legion[thanks to my uncle's and the old man's story's, and the fact i didn't know what else to do] and when i came out i started my import/export business, and i played poker when i could to make some extra money, and probably would have kept doing if the old man[like i called him] and my family also talked me out of it, and the fact that my uncle gave me the tip that i could take over a man's import/export licence/business, and since i already since a early age[12-13 years old] made extra money by buying and then selling everything you could think of and i could find, from a single bicycle to 100 wall-sockets to 5000 sheets of ply-wood and anything you could think of, it looked like a perfect fit and it did and i never looked back, and that is why i would never play poker for a living, and ironically the money that the old man made with poker and loaned me to start and expand the business is what brought me where i am today, a happy man with a great family[mother/father/sisters/brother i mean] and friends, retired at 46.