Thursday Dec 16 2021
12:17 AM
The story of the man who is forced to spend all of eternity pushing a boulder up a mountain, only to watch it fall back down. What truly goes on in the mind of the person who watches that boulder roll, in minutes, what took him hours to push. They say, it's in that bleak expression, upon descent, that explains what life is, this absurd existence. It is the egregious truth, of knowing what has come, and knowing exactly what is to come, that makes it all so bleak. The fact that life has been stripped of all ardent pleasures, is when we actually begin to see the fruits of our labour. It now makes sense, to see beauty in the mundane. To accept happiness in the bleakness of pain. What has condemned us to wake every morning, knowing far too well that the next morning preceedes this one? Is it hope? Perhaps it is, for the root of that hope lies in the awkwardness of everything around us. The misshapen floor boards of your bedroom, the discolouration of our fabrics, the tired eyes in the early mornings, the chance encounters. It's like the spot in your eye that you can never see, the thing so close but out of reach. It truly is absurd. But it's within the absurdness of it all where the beauty lies. That slow, discontended walk down for Sisyphus, perhaps it is in that moment that he becomes victorious. For as Albert Camus says, it is then he becomes conscious of his existence. The disgruntled, gravity stricken faces of our reality is merely a moment of victory in this absurd world.
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