People will tell you to try your best at everything. Motivation determination grit perseverance et cetera. However, a truly wonderful life feels *effortless*. Actions in such a life derive not from plans and goals but from the universal mandates of love and beauty. That life is inherently unattainable so long as you continue to apply effort; you'll need to stop doing that. One day you'll be falling and flailing and suddenly, reflexively, the wings you had all along slice the air and return you to the sky. It might take a while to trust them - where were they all this time? - but that's the last of the challenges.