I turned 33 last month. The thirties are an interesting time in anyone's life. You're no longer really young but you're not really old either (so you get ignored by both the ignorant kids and stubborn old fools, hah). We will be resurrected and reunited with our thirty something bodies after the Apocalypse. The older I get the more I see that my greatest struggles in life were always with myself. Once I put my mind to something, my victory was inevitable. But actually getting to that point, that's the real struggle. Men are inclined to laziness and I'm no exception. It's easy to become paralyzed by all the choices the world gives us. We hesitate to make a choice that will close off another.
St. Thomas Aquinas was once asked if it was easy or hard to be a saint. He replied that it was easy. All we have to do is will it. If our desire is firmly fixed in the will then our actions will follow, tempered by the intellect and the virtue of prudence. Motivational speakers call it setting goals. Sometimes the world will beat you down. Sometimes people will do rotten things to you. Some men are born with greater material advantages than others. Whether your goals are modest or grandiose, your success depends largely on your strength of will. Even if you're a pious soul who seeks only to do God's will, it requires effort on your part. God respects our free will so much that he lets us reject him all together if that's what we think we want.
Before the Catholic Church emasculated itself, it used to counsel meditation on the Four Last Things: Death, Judgment, Heaven and Hell. Nobody gets out of this world alive and we only have one earthly life to live. Do you really want to spend half of it sitting in a cubicle in a job you hate? Do you really want to keep procrastinating?