Do your job, whatever it is, and do it well, knowing each day you did your best. Put your head on your pillow at night and rest assured you didn't bring shame or degradation on your family name. In the morning, wake up and look in the mirror and say to yourself you will try it again, only this time with feeling, and God will bless you with riches you won't have room for. Those riches might not be a mantle overflowing with synthetic trophies or a wall brimming with framed awards. This is not to say that, as human beings, we don't enjoy winning.
People like to win.
Americans die to win. I'd have in my lifetime, because I never thought I'd ever get even one. But do it because it's your purpose and not because you're competing with your neighbor or because you want to get dressed up and go to the Aronoff Center to be honored for being fundamentally who you are. See, life isn't a sport. We came here naked, and we'll leave the same way.