You know Nintentacle, incidentally, this whole thing remind me of The Empress of the ethereals Kingdom, which is a fiction novel on which the closer you are to The Empress, the "happier" you are. The main characters live on the opposite part of the world, and thus they're always striving to survive, unhappy with their lifes; and so chose to go to look for this Empress so that she fullfill their dreams and become happy.
There are different cities they came across while traveling to meet the Empress, and the closer they are, the happier people live. But unlike what one could think, the happier places were a more deserted, esterile place, on which people were slowly turning into husks because they didn't need most things or distractions since they were "happy". The closest ones were completely devoid of life, living that "false happiness" you claim us to live. Yes, they are happy, hence they don't need nothing at all, being ethereals and just existing, since they're happy. This comes as a shocking revelation for the main characters, who start giving more value to the things that make them feel alive, not the things that make us happy.
Is that what you want from us? To become husks, prisoners of our self-contained false happiness until our bodies give up and die?
Living your life, that's priceless.
Those who don't know death cannot feel love for life.
That's what Maga taught me.