Life is a ceaseless fight. All have to fight. Victory sometimes comes easily. At other times it eludes man's grasp and he has to fight more strenuously. The world is not a resort of pleasure for man to disport.
Man is lost in the labyrinth of life.
Hard and harsh are the ways of life. Crushing are the cares and anxieties of life. Providence has given man a resourceful mind and strong arms and strong shoulders and strong feet that, ungrudgingly and bravely and patiently, he may bear the burden of his life himself and stand firm without falling. Thou Spenta Mainyu, art the author of my life. Thou hast breathed into me the breath of life.