A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it.  It just blooms.     From the moment we are slapped on our newborn behinds, we are in constant competition. The prettiest baby.  The oldest twin.  The smartest student.  The fastest runner.  The first to graduate college.  The first to get married.  The first to have a baby.  The first to own a vacation house.  The most successful novelist.   The list goes on and on.   Even the most trivial of pursuits, like who can eat their