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The purpose of life isn’t ease, happiness, joy, and relaxing, and tranquility, but rather… Having some interesting monster of a goal and target, and the joy of overcoming obstacles to reach new Summits?

The purpose of life is overcoming? Overcoming gravity, circumstances, challenges, and obstacles? 

Interesting challenges, un interesting challenges? 

The thinking, man, the walking man? It does seem that with novel environments, breed stimulus to new thoughts? 

The zest to fight in battle

Rush with greater force

Trusting their courage and will to fight

Match murderous mayhem

The earth that feeds us all

As long as I have strength I never stop

Terrible grief

Lept with a war cry

What if, there were indeed some sort of pre-ordained path to life?