Is it a lifeless, soul-less existence?

When describing some of what I think I've learned to somebody, they took the view that the existence I'm describing must be pretty soul-less. 


It's just possible they are projecting their way of dealing with life in the moment on me. Describing a life where nothing matters.


I am not describing a detachment from life itself, but rather a detachment from what might happen - from the outcomes of my action. I want my football team to win, but I'm certainly not going to be upset when they don't. I can take enjoyment from watching them - feel the joy of their playing well and winning and feel the disappointment of their playing badly and losing.


It is right that we should have desires; it would be foolish to just suppress them and pretend that nothing matters. Thinking about that, if we try to suppress our desires then they assume importance and we will become attached to the idea of having no attachment.


I have preferences, but my happiness doesn't depend on any of them. The outcomes of my actions - what happens in my life - can give me pleasure or pain. Neither of these is the source of my happiness or the reason for me being unhappy. If I can learn to accept life is supposed to be exactly as it is. If I can accept the truth in what Confucius said: "The one who would be constant in happiness must frequently change." I can have no fixed position or views; I have to learn to accept change. Then maybe I can be content in this world where the glass is half-empty and half-full at the same time; I can accept that everything is exactly as it should be, right here, right now.