A life of comfort breeds pathetic weakness.
You desire a profound character, yet you weep at the slightest struggle.
True substance is violently forged in the adversity you cowardly avoid, leaving you an utterly soft, unremarkable, and hollow human shell.

A comfortable, pampered existence guarantees a weak, pathetic spirit.
You cannot forge a great character while hiding from adversity in your soft, unchallenging life.
True strength demands the brutal friction of hardship; anything less produces a thoroughly unremarkable, fragile coward.