Lifting one's nose from the book, what more can you ask for other than the comfortable monotony we're already in. Tedious, it may be but you wouldn't sacrifice it for a world of passion, fear and tasteful risks that might leave your tongue pierced. See, no one wants that. Our lives are led towards the sole purpose of achieving a successful, safe future devoid of traps and potential loops that might jeopardize it. 
Then why is it that once we reach it, we feel empty, vacant? We crave the process rather than the end result. We constantly find ourselves looking back, wanting the struggle, wanting the sweat, exhaustion, the focus leading towards something greater, constantly keeping us on our toes. 
Why achieving our goals must be as tragic as not achieving them?