A birdsnest fern in my garden.
Five new fronds. Each of them unfurling, with a common aim. To get to the light.
This is nature. Survival of the fittest and all that. This is a battle. It’s war. Even though the whole plant may benefit from the light absorbed by each frond, and by the water it catches, and the debris it holds, the fronds that reach the sun will be strong and hardy, while those that are left behind might become damaged, torn and crushed in the struggle.
They may all be on the same team, but only one of them can be the star. It’s time to beat your teammates about the head to ensure that only you win the gold.