We all wonder what the goal of life is. Some find their meaning in pleasure, some find it on hard work, some in family, in religion, or in any number of pursuits. There are also some who find meaning in struggle. The struggle can be a struggle to accomplish, to overcome, to succeed, to break free from the constraints that we feel hold us down. But for some, the struggle that seek out is simply sought because it is a struggle. There is no end goal, no desire, no metric for success. For these people, the meaning of life is the same that it was for those people who roamed the earth with the mammoths; to struggle to survive. But our modern lives and all the modern amenities surrounding us will not allow this struggle. Sure, there can be a struggle to get nicer things, to move to a better neighborhood, to impress the person who has stolen our gaze. But there is no struggle to survive anymore. And this is, without a doubt, a good thing. But because it is an unequivocal good, we fail to see the negative aspects of a life devoid of mortal struggle. Often, the inability to experience this leads us to a life of apathy, of depression, of intense and unending boredom. So what must we do to find this struggle, this meaning that had sustained humanity until so recently? Should we find the struggle in God? Should we find it in politics? Whether or not we should is a moot point; millions of people have already dedicated their entire beings to this struggle. But we can see the strife this has brought. So where do we find a struggle that gives us meaning, but is also a force for creation and good, not a force of destruction and evil? I do not know. Perhaps it is best that I don’t know, for when people know, it seems that they are all too eager to force their ideas upon others.