Thank you for asking this question, as it made me realise something (which I hadn’t considered before).
In 2016, I want to say, I won a local photography competition, with the subject of “autumn”.
I was very excited, and felt proud.
Before the results were announced I even thought I would have a pretty big chance to win it, so satisfied I was with my composition.
So, I won (the People’s Choice Award) and was over the moon.
I received my photo, framed, as a prize, which I later gifted to my parents (at last something that potentially gave them a feeling of pride ~).
But….
After that winning, the following couple of years, I went out on photography trips, with the pure intention to shoot another/only winner(s).
I could not for the life of me figure out where my pleasure had gone to.
But now I know.
I went out with a totally wrong goal.
Not to capture beauty, but to stroke my ego.