However, I understood right away.

The opposition had changed. That's all it was.

Disease, poverty, old age...

and in the end, death...

To eat food in order to live.

To work in order to maintain a proper life.

To take care of my health and try to avoid illness.

Those desires had simply changed their form, being replaced with attacks from the assassins of Hell.

And...

To obtain something, or to connect with someone.