Well, in case there are those who do not yet know it: life is not a vacation, it is bloody hard work.
If it isn't bloody hard work, then you're not really living.
But bloody hard work isn't necessarily a bad thing, or something to be avoided, and this is something modern man has lost all track of. Life, and the experience of living, decreases in direct proportion to comfort and convenience.
The big secret, really, is that work done directly equals satisfaction experienced, which is, itself, directly proportional to one's ability to see work in that perspective.
Leaping into difficulty, challenge, and the results gained, offers rewards that go far beyond the activity itself.
What else were you doing, anyway?
Life is for living. Not merely being not-yet-dead.