My readers, acquaintances, and stalkers see the things I accomplish. I, alongside the comfort of my own shadow, know of my distractions and my tendency to focus on the wrong tasks, always a little behind on the priorities, or rather prioritizing things in a haphazard manner. Some see me as competitive. Today I make a confession. I am not competitive. I do not do things to compete. I don't bother with comparing myself to others; I have little envy for another's life. I am happy and content, and while someone might inspire me, that inspiration does not lead me toward lust but growth . Years ago, some strange soul that knew me quite well rightly judged me as having no ambition. To this person that was a taboo personality defect in myself. For a time, I cared. I tried out ambition... and found myself reverting to the old, simple delights of my life. Sure, there is a dedication to my work that appears jarringly like competition. . . but appearances, as we ...