What else is there? Everyone is putting one foot in front of the other just like everyone else. Yes, life is painful, but pain leads to understanding and joy. We are each other. We experience the same emotions, happiness, sadness, disenchantment, betrayal, fear, lust, wonder, etc. and yet enjoyment is none of these. Enjoyment is a part of all of them. It supersedes emotion and transcends to a philosophy of experience.
I have never actually asked them, but I imagine this to be the view of the monks and shamans arounds the world. A sort of third person experience of your senses. An enjoyment of all of the facets of life. A needle poke is just as enjoyable as a glass of orange juice. The cycle of life, which includes our modern idea of death, is all wonderful.
Somehow we readily accept notions that has the whole of the natural world screaming at us. "You can't cheat this!" It shouts, "There is no shortcut, no way out, point your face forward and journey on with joy!"
But, we resist, we make our own artificially flavored, sucralose, cocaine infused porno of "happiness" to satisfy. But it never does. Yet, we keep trying. Adding mountains of experience enhancing ingredients to the recipe. But nothing happens. Or rather, our "happiness" goes even further down the hall.
All the while we never even realize the bait and switch that has happened. We created Joy in our own image. We decided we knew better, the Fountain of Youth could be found through innovation and technology. We could raise a tower to the heavens and become gods. And we ignore the flaws in our designs. That our tower is susceptible to oxygen and water and space and time. It will fall. The tech will fail. Innovation always leads to a few solutions and myriad more problems.
The universe is screaming at the top of it's lungs that our definitions are off. Our definitions of Life, Death, Joy, Love, Hate etc. are misconstrued with the reality of what is going on around us. We don't want to admit that everything we do is impermanent and somewhat moot from the eternal, infinite universe's point of view. That scares us. It makes us angry. We shake our fists at the the sky.
But there is another option. Acceptance. Observation. Enjoyment. The brightest stars eat the most fuel and die out the quickest. The longest lasting stars have the most fuel and burn it slowly, yet the fate remains the same. "Death", or as I like to call it, transition. Because they are really just transfering their energy into another form that is equally as alive and perhaps even carries some form of essence that made the star a star. Do the stars bemoan their fate? Do they desperately try to change into a different kind of star so as to burn differently and change their place? What about the grass, or the leaf, or the worm? No, I would argue that they simply enjoy it all into the next existence.