“It’s not a competition.”
He said that so firmly and with such an air of seriousness that I felt instantly ashamed.
The look on his face mocked me and my spirit of friendly competition.
“It’s not?” was the best retaliation I could manage.
“But what if I’m not good enough, what if I’m not the best?”
Again, he reminded me it was not a competition. But I beg to differ.
It’s always a competition in some way shape or form. And really, what’s wrong with a little friendly competition?
He said that so firmly and with such an air of seriousness that I felt instantly ashamed.
The look on his face mocked me and my spirit of friendly competition.
“It’s not?” was the best retaliation I could manage.
“But what if I’m not good enough, what if I’m not the best?”
Again, he reminded me it was not a competition. But I beg to differ.
It’s always a competition in some way shape or form. And really, what’s wrong with a little friendly competition?
1 Comments:
My Sentiments exactly. I think I'll ask him.
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