Living a life of bliss that lacks intense misery is to understand that is hard enough to simply be.
 Being a human being is not something asked for, but rather an unconsenting push towards a highway that never stops moving. Being asked to join in the cha-cha of semi-trucks and Volkswagen bugs while not running out fuel, popping a tire, or requiring the need to hire another to pull you along is obscure. 
Sure, we are born alone, and unless you end up in a 3 car-pile up, then you will die alone as well. Nowhere does it does say that everything in between has to be road rage, anxiety, and meaningless hell.
Persephone surely hits pot-holes on her way to stay in...