I cannot understand.

Do you ever get tired of living? Of knowing that though you have more things you should be looking forward to, as according to the imposing rules of society, you know you can never be truly happy? Not neccessarily sad, but not happy either. Stuck in between in a void limbo of uncertainty. Not sure whether there's something psychologically wrong or you are just not destined for great things. I don't want to live a meaningless life, but I have no motivation to make it a meaningful one. I love making other people happy, and I know they will do the same if I ask them to. But do I want to be happy? The comfort and safety which this limbo provides is not all that bad. Is everyone secretly living a sad life behind happy faces? How do some people find it so easy to live, when all the happiness which we encounter is forever shortlived? How are people not tired of living, if they've done everything they possibly can, and anything from this point forth cannot make them happier than they have already been? When they know that the following years will be an endlessly stretched repetition of the previous year? I cannot understand.