As if I'd choose to allow myself to decline to such a state that choosing to live each day is a choice I have to make. If an environment produces organisms that feel no desire to engage in it, to the point of extinction, there is either something very wrong with the organism or the way in which it must live. If the perceived reward for attaining goals is an extension on the amount of time with which to experience an existence lacking in value, meaning or community despair grows unfettered