Even IF you somehow manage to navigate today’s maze of failures, rejections and heartbreak, what is your reward? To live yet another day in misery? To wait until climate change, war or disease does away with us?
A reward would be to be able to rest. I don’t mean death per sé, but it seems like that’s the only real-life thing left available to people like us.
Yes, yes, I know very well that “if nothing has meaning, YOU get to choose the meaning”. Except I don’t. Maybe if I was rich or powerful. But I’m poor, in poor health and powerless.
I read Camus’ Sisiphus, and I, for one, cannot possibly imagine him happy.
When I was at my absolute darkest. So bad that I was in the midst of ending it. The thought that pulled me back was why not wait and see if things will change. No guarantee it would be any better on the other side. There was a chance if I didn’t though.
Now I know how much life can change in how little time. Things can always get better. Just hang in there ans seize the day the best you can muster. Don’t let anything drag you down it’s all bullshit anyhow.