Between repetition and forgetting, it is a marvel that a new thought ever struggles into existence.
Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.
My struggles with myself seldom reach aerobic level.
As equality increases, so does the number of people struggling for predominance.
In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.
Attaining even mediocrity is often a struggle.
Life is struggle and sleep.