I turned on the radio on my way home, and the first thing I heard was a caller complaining about how violated he felt because his potential employer asked to log into his Facebook account. "They are disrupting the privacy of me and my friends," he said sadly, "I couldn't believe they were doing this." No sh*t. Apparently companies are doing this and people actually complied... not without complaints, but they forked over their personal information and private life because they needed the job.
My first reaction is to feel incredulous that in a country of freedom, some people have so little of it. I knew I would never put up that crap, and I felt sorry for people who have to. Then I began to understand the answer to a question I've been asking myself for a long time now: what's my biggest motivation?
This may sound strange, but it's not "art" by itself. I enjoy doing art at times but it can be equally frustrating, and I care a lot more about improving my personal craft than somehow helping the entire art world progress. It's not really money, either. Beyond paying bills and buying games, I don't have the mental maturity to fully appreciate money, and I do unpaid personal work all the time. Listening to the radio last night, I realized that my major motivation is freedom. It's not the freedom to harm others, or the freedom to get whatever I want. It's the freedom to stare at the interviewer who's asking for my facebook password with wide eyes, laugh, and then walk out. On a grander level, it's the freedom to choose what projects I want to work on, what kind of cultures I'd like to work in, and what kind of roles do I play.
By a stroke of incredible luck, I rolled the dice and ended up in an almost perfect scenario. The world is ever-changing, though. When the time to roll the dice comes again, my personal abilities will become my plus modifier, allowing me more choices in my action. I work for a lot of things, but freedom is the one long-term goal that keeps me going.