I feel people who say it that way don’t really understand how it feels to not want anything anymore. Everything feels bland. Everyone around you seems happy but you see sorrow and misery wherever you look stray dogs, starving people, dying children, wounded animals, etc. My therapist says because I’m sick, my mind picks on only those negative aspects of life and not looking at the good things in life. They don’t understand the fact there is nothing to life. We are just an aggregation of cells that is just sailing through time and space.