Imagine a man with a life filled with luxury. The finest jewels, the most expensive fabric, the highest quality cuisine, the most beautiful women, and the most extravagant lifestyle. Not one fear, nor regret, and damn sure no sadness. A life where things never get hard. A life without struggle or pain. In a life absent of agony and filled with bliss, is there any meaning? If there is no bad, then in comparison, there can be no good. Without sacrifice victory is meaningless. What good is a man to have every luxury of a life without ever having experienced plight?