I don't ask for much from life... all I ever wanted was happiness and love. The ever elusive and apparently briefly existing thing called happiness. The great mystery and often disputed as a myth known as love.
The rest of life somehow seems meaningless without happiness and love. Pain lacks contrast and definition... accomplishments hold no sense of triumph... and life in general lacks motivation.
"The weakest soul, knowing its own weakness, and believing this truth that strength can only be developed by effort and practice, will, thus believing, at once begin to exert itself, and, adding effort to effort, patience to patience, and strength to strength, will never cease to develop, and will at last grow divinely strong."
- James Allen