Struggle is for those whose weakness and fear demand compliance to mass indoctrination, acquiescence to mass hysteria, resignation of individual will to collective deceit. To struggle is to wallow, to flounder, to thresh, to flail, to blunder, to stagger, to falter, to fail. Struggle, by definition, is prolonged. In its perpetuation, it achieves nothing.
Recall Sisyphus, king of Corinth, condemned in Tartarus to roll a huge stone up a hill, only to have it roll back down to the foot of the hill again, each time he neared the top. Endlessly he toiled, ceaselessly he laboured, futilely he struggled – all for naught.
Those with the courage and the strength to stand alone, fight alone. Battles, either won or lost, replace struggle. Every battle won is an affirmation of life, of freedom earned, an obstacle overcome, a step forward. Every battle lost is a lesson learned; not a retreat, but a respite, time to re-hone one’s weapons, to re-gird oneself, to make ready for renewed battle.