It never stops, but I've managed to accept it over time. Some things are mildly joyful, relationships, pets, some specific foodstuffs.
But overall they're kinda like a very diluted juice. I'm not going to give advice because my way of dealing with it is probably not the best one, but once I got used to it, life became somewhat bearable.
Like eating bland food that you know is going to maintain you alive. Or more accurately, like doing that horribly boring job because you know other people need it a lot.