Sisyphus

In the mythology of Sisyphus is the metaphoric story of the doomed hero who rolls up a boulder against the cyclic motion of the world.

A struggle enough to find happiness that fills someone’s heart.

Not much meaning is found in the creation of being, in a fundamentally absurd world, just to satisfy willpower and wasted purpose. Absurdity is for eternity to find joy in the struggle of life itself. The confrontations between human desires for meaningful significance in life, and the eternal universe of silent meanings.

The meaning of life is constructed through one’s actions and experiences as a defiance of the void.

Love and happiness require effort, where joy is constructed through attention and loving engagement with life.

Every silence has its meaning, where the space provides the significance to emerge. The insisting will, must bring meaning to love forward, rather than to despair.

This existential lens on happiness has its relevant psychological effect as a defense against despair.

Constructing purpose and not just merely pursuing happiness is vital for the flower of life. Enduring happiness comes from the pursuit of significance and not from easy solutions.

Paying attention and making sense requires honest engagement with life; then the quest for meaning is an ongoing story.

The eternal quest for meaning is the divine quest that yields moments of happiness even when confronted by absurdity.

God’s divine order must make sense for the human quest for order and meaning in an indifferent and absurd universe.

The trouble of the human, who is engaged in endless mechanical and meaningless toil, is walking toward the torment of which he will never know the end. We continue to believe we are responsible, reason will prevail, and having a life will be worth something.

Weariness comes at the end of the acts in a mechanical life and inaugurates the impulse of consciousness and provokes some awakening.

The rite of passage and pushing the boulder need the belief that all answers are within to accomplish the impossible.

As long as one is occupied with the factitious cares and superficial labors of life, the finer fruits of the tree of life will never be tasted.

The human who finds the solitude in which the mind collects itself finds the courage to throw away all conformities.