Rubik's cubes are rare.  No one has found one in years.  Everyone wants to, though, because each one represents a huge life problem, and if it's solved, the life problem is solved.  Wouldn't everyone want that?

But that's not my case.  I don't care about finding these Rubik's cubes.  I wouldn't ever have to find one.

Why would I, the guardian of these life problems, have to find them when they're right behind me?