“ I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one’s burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy. ”
Camus, “The Myth of Sisyphus”
Words to live by. I discovered this story three years ago and ever since have tried to internalize it. I remember my English lit teacher telling me she knew I would love Camus. She was right — I even printed this excerpt and taped it to my bedroom mirror, the ultimate gesture of teenage veneration.
Eight days till a summer full of newness.
