Eleven to one.
They say the higher you aim, the harder you fall. Perhaps there can be no better time than this, to finally come to the grim realisation that there will always be someone else who could beat you at what you do best.
Have they really improved by leaps or bounds, or have you simply taken a turn for the worse?
It could be a graceless descent to the number two spot, or yet another sorely broken dream left to rot. The coveted position becomes no more, replaced with an urgency like never before.
So you keep wishing for things to fall neatly into place, but there are always a million other things that need doing in any case: overdue bills to be paid, dirty dishes to be washed, hefty hurdles to be cleared.
Life is a puzzle, and we know that only too well.
But I suspect that even jigsaw puzzle pieces have it better, easily finding a match without a catch.
Can there still be any hope left for the rest of us?