We try to paint life with pretty words and deep phrases. To make life seem beautiful. To make ourselves feel smarter. But in truth, life is cold and it is dead and it is a filthy world.
The real o=honest truth is that life is indeed cold, and dead, and melancholic to boot, as is the world, filthy, and wicked. It is also true that life is is indeed beautiful, and wonderful, meaning and infinite. It is equally true that the warm, world is bright and ponderous, exuding masses of dark and light of energies; mysterious and wondrous beyond comprehension. It all boils down to what side of life you are in align with. The dark, or the light, the warm or the cold.
Actually, you're wrong. Not completely, but mostly. If you start with the premise that your existence is very special and unique, then the beauty begins to reveal itself.