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Finite Players vs. Infinite Players: Which are You?

March 27, 2018

This is a fantastic motivational talk by Simon Sinek. I’m certain it will resonate with everyone who takes the time to watch it.

“The goal isn’t to be the best everyday. . . . That’s a finite construction. . . . Infinite players play to be better than themselves. . . . The joy comes not from comparison, but from advancement.”

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