Competition

I live in a competitive society. Since young, I've always been competing. I compete with my cousins; I compete with classmates; I compete with best friends. I compete until I lose myself. I wonder what my life is worth: Is it the value of competition?

Of course competition is the impetus for change and advancement. But it is a fact that in that competition people sacrifice the immaterial for the material and lose themselves.

In the ring, there's always a winner and a loser. It is so in every competition. I feel good competing in something that I'm adept at. When I deliver results, I feel great. But isn't my happiness at triumphing over others built on the disappointment and tears of those who lost to me?

We always compete to be the best. Most of the time, we compete with others. We should compete with ourselves.

I'm somewhat tired of competing with others all the time. There's a fear that I'm worse/lousier than my opponents. I feel that I can go further, be much more if I only compete with myself. Ironically, it is the external competition that we look up to as a source of achieving a higher quality of life that is inhibiting my growth.