Poem of Ancient Wisdom

When an archer is shooting for nothing

He has all his skill

If he shoots for a brass buckle

He is already nervous

If he shoots for a prize of gold

He goes blind

Or sees two targets-

He is out of his mind!

His skill has not changed. But the prize

Divides him. He cares 

He thinks more of winning

Than of shooting-

And the need to win

Drains him of powers. 

Chuang Tzu

Thanks, Keith Lord, for this inspiration.