Perhaps we are not trying to change, but seek our own version of what life should be to us. In the Gods Of Life realm we feel drawn towards we don't know what and forfeit anything previously known in name of these owning Gods. Life cannot possibly be as good as we try to make it out to be-pollyanna attitude- that is really only purely survival mechanism. We can't pretend always that if no one else knows how to fix the car then first person I left it with won't necessarily be the best just because their the only one left to do the job. We're not the best ones for this life we live, but the only ones who can live it. And in the course of it we should attempt to use available paths of knowledge to fulfill our desires and deal with reality. Indeed, the bugs don't swim in deep waters just for play, but to obtain their resources, equivalent to our own material and immortal searchings whether it be from shelf or silent moments we find reprieve in the shallow world dominating us. Scurry away with the waters of day, oblivion shortly on its own and us still longing. Fruitless it may be; still we must be.