The Myth of Sisyphus brought up an
interesting discussion on Monday. The idea
that we should picture him as happy is a very foreign concept. A man forced to push a boulder up a mountain every
day in a futile attempt to leave hades. How
can he be viewed as happy? Although, if you translate it to life, it makes more
sense. We go through life dealing with
so many hardships just to die at the end.
It’s as if everything we do is done in vain. Yet, we do it anyway. The hard drive example really stuck out to
me. You write a paper just to have your
hard drive crash right when you finish. And
so you write it again and again just to have the hard drive crash every single
time. But you keep on writing. Why? If
you think of the paper as life, and the hard drive crashing as death, why keep
writing? Why not just give up? Why not
kill yourself? It could save you the pain of having to experience the crash
just when everything seems to be all good.
But, that’s a coward’s way out. You
shouldn’t kill yourself to save yourself from the pain of writing the paper
that is your life. No. you should write
the best paper you can. Just to spite
the fact that your hard drive is going to crash. Life is more about the writing of the paper
than the finished product. We live in an
absurd world yes, but use that as motivation to carry on. Just say “fuck you universe, I‘m not going to
give in, I’m going to live the best life I can just to spite the fact that you
don’t give a damn about me!”
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