People often focus on survival when submitted to dangerously situations and under pressure.
I was raised by a very taciturn old man and was taught to be practical by all means all the time. My grandfather, being an orphan at early age raised on a farm also, taught me a lot of things that today make my life a tad more tolerable, mostly food related.
I consider myself very practical and goal orientated, my main goal being keeping us alive and as health as we can until we can get out of here, this means long hours of work, tedious errands, hours of queues, staying up late and waking before the sun comes out, home labors...
You might recognize most of this as that thing we call being a grown up, only with an added difficulty, but life ain't easy, I've been told this since I can recall, and I can't really complain, people have harder times than me everywhere.
But somewhere among this survival mode and my austerity there seems to be something missing. And my wife brought this to attention today. What's life if you don't really enjoy it? Truly enjoy it? I do appreciate it but as today I don't find myself really enjoying it. As difficulties pile on and things add up while you squeeze the resources at hand its harder and harder to do it.
She's not happy with me right now because my austerities come across as coarse or spite even. No, I don't mistreat her in any way, I do cherish her, and show lots of affection but she's worries about me and all this is doing it to me.