Forever elusive
Unclear. The value of life
Unknown to masses.
We search in unknowing vain
That which never existed.
We strive for meaning
To fill the void in our hearts
And call to the skies
Screaming at the universe
To tell us of our purpose.
The cosmos, silent.
Indifferent to our plight.
Always ignorant.
And why should it heed our calls?
We are but miniscule specks.
A clear conclusion:
Life = meaninglessness
Logical, glaring.
Absurd—the search for meaning
From the unsympathetic.
Despair. A response
Natural. Your own existence
Questioned. Upended.
Why bother? There is no point.
Either way, the world goes on.
Accept the Absurd
Rebel, live in spite of it
Through meaning-making.
Find contentment in struggling
Against the unstoppable.
Just like Sisyphus,
Condemned to futility
For eternity
The struggle fills a man’s heart
It’s enough to make meaning.
“One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
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