I'd have to describe being obsessed with success like being trapped in the mirror room from Conan the Destroyer. Everywhere you turn, you are forced to look at yourself from different angles. It's a tortuous way to force introspection, I can tell you that.

So there you stand, looking at 10 different versions of yourself and you have no idea which one is the mirror that will lead you to the next room ( or in this case, your ultimate goal). If a scorpion was faced with the same looming sources of danger and fear, it would have killed itself before it even set foot into the room. Well, I guess, like Conan, I do have a sword at my side just in case things become a bit too overwhelming. It's probably a pretty honorable way to depart.