Life is not easy, we say. That is the way it is, we say.
But what if life can be easy. What if life can be easy when we are not dis-eased?

One word describes and explains why life is not easy: DESIRE

Desire births action for the purpose of fulfilling the desire.
The cosmos frequently tosses in a slip 'twixt cup and lip and we get get less than or not at all what we wanted.
Thus unfulfilled desire births frustration from which arises anger.
Angers' broods are rage, delusion and failure. There are many angers.

Difficulties arise as we grasp for, defend, and lose our objects of desire; we even lose interest in our previously precious acquisitions (garage sale anyone!?).

I have come to believe that the downfall of humanity was the invention of the woven grass basket/bag.
Desire is the original disease.