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Why does Sisyphus continue pushing his boulder? One might naively assume that it is the prospect of victory that compels him. Perhaps this was correct the first time that boulder was pushed up the slope, maybe even the second, tenth, or ten thousandth time. Yet it would soon dawn on Sisyphus that his task is hopeless. No matter how much effort he puts in, the boulder will always roll right back to the bottom. What might be the purpose of such a task if it will always amount to failure? The pointlessness of it may prove unbearable for some, for what is the point of anything if the outcome cannot be changed? Albert Camus offered a different perspective. One must accept the absurdity that surrounds us instead of trying to find a meaning where there is no meaning to be found. Sisyphus will never reach the top of the hill. Yet he continues on. He has accepted the meaninglessness of the task, and that acceptance allows him to live. He does not look for joy in the victory he will never achieve, for his hopes will only be crushed every time his progress is set back to the beginning. Instead, he finds happiness in every step he takes along the way, opting to enjoy the life that he has rather than spending it hoping for what he may never have. And as the boulder rolls back, he takes a sigh of relief knowing he can take a break from his work, before going down to start the cycle once more. The joy comes from the task itself, not the reward that might await him, for as grueling as it all is, in the end, this boulder is his and his alone, and nothing can take that away from him. He finds meaning in living itself, no matter how meaningless it may seem, for his life, torturous as it may seem, is as valuable as anyone else's. | Why does Sisyphus continue pushing his boulder? One might naively assume that it is the prospect of victory that compels him. Perhaps this was correct the first time that boulder was pushed up the slope, maybe even the second, tenth, or ten thousandth time. Yet it would soon dawn on Sisyphus that his task is hopeless. No matter how much effort he puts in, the boulder will always roll right back to the bottom. What might be the purpose of such a task if it will always amount to failure? The pointlessness of it may prove unbearable for some, for what is the point of anything if the outcome cannot be changed? Albert Camus offered a different perspective. One must accept the absurdity that surrounds us instead of trying to find a meaning where there is no meaning to be found. Sisyphus will never reach the top of the hill. Yet he continues on. He has accepted the meaninglessness of the task, and that acceptance allows him to live. He does not look for joy in the victory he will never achieve, for his hopes will only be crushed every time his progress is set back to the beginning. Instead, he finds happiness in every step he takes along the way, opting to enjoy the life that he has rather than spending it hoping for what he may never have. And as the boulder rolls back, he takes a sigh of relief knowing he can take a break from his work, before going down to start the cycle once more. The joy comes from the task itself, not the reward that might await him, for as grueling as it all is, in the end, this boulder is his and his alone, and nothing can take that away from him. He finds meaning in living itself, no matter how meaningless it may seem, for his life, torturous as it may seem, is as valuable as anyone else's. | ||
In some sense, the '''Cockroach''' does the same. It is aware it will never win. It has been banned instantly many times and yet it keeps trying. It is the modern Sisyphus, determined to continue its endless task, as hopeless as it may seem. It does not care for the prospect of victory anymore. Instead, it finds joy in every n-word it drops, every dead child it posts. It is not the final goal that matters to it anymore, it knows very well that nothing will come out of its stunts, but it is the very process of annoying the mods that gives the '''Cockroach''' life. It is the journey that matters, not the destination. One must imagine the '''Cockroach''' happy. | In some sense, the '''Cockroach''' does the same. It is aware it will never win. It has been banned instantly many times and yet it keeps trying. It is the modern Sisyphus, determined to continue its endless task, as hopeless as it may seem. It does not care for the prospect of victory anymore. Instead, it finds joy in every n-word it drops, every dead child it posts. It is not the final goal that matters to it anymore, it knows very well that nothing will come out of its stunts, but it is the very process of annoying the mods that gives the '''Cockroach''' life. It is the journey that matters, not the destination. One must imagine the '''Cockroach''' happy. | ||
<b style="color:red">(and yet, did i lose? your subreddit is shut down, idontgiveaswag is dead as fuck, and i’m sitting here laughing my ass off at an entire fucking essay written about my trolling. oh well, food for thought! <i style="color:blue">(Shutting the subreddit down was an epic win though. Reddit is for losers, even more than Discord is.)</i>)</b> | |||
<b style="color:red">(and yet, did i lose? your subreddit is shut down, idontgiveaswag is dead as fuck, and i’m sitting here laughing my ass off at an entire fucking essay written about my trolling. oh well, food for thought! <i style="color:blue">(Shutting the subreddit down was an epic win though. Reddit is for losers, even more than Discord is.)</i>)</b> | |||
===The End of The High Priest=== | ===The End of The High Priest=== | ||