Because even when you don’t walk away with a shiny trophy, dazzling medal or coveted prize, you can be proud of the personal triumph for having had the courage and temerity to take part. You can be proud of the furtive tears shed when you hit a brick wall and the ideas were too elusive to catch. Or you can be proud of the euphoria you felt when you struck gold. Even the niggling ache of frustration when your mind or body draws a blank and you can’t see any progress, is a source to find fulfillment and meaning. Yes, it’s great to win the ‘prize’, but simply taking part in the game is equally rewarding.