"Camus"
lobb152
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I feel that this experience is absurd. The habits and rituals we partake in everyday, to what end. To what purpose is the rut that we dig for ourselves; no different than an endless grave. To those that say they live vivaciously and free everyday; you are simply living in a rut with the boundaries expanded. This is not a message of despair, though, however it may seem. Instead it is simply a question of whether or not this life is worth experiencing. To those who may be thinking of parting ways I say to you that this life is worth living. However high or low your station in life, the truth is, you matter. No matter how much you feel the Fear: that dread, that sense of doom that pulls you away; do not despair. You must let go of ego and pride. Become a sapling that bends with the wind. After the storm realize that you will gaze upon the world with a new sense of wonder and awe. Like a child who witnesses a bird first take flight.
I have often wondered if we are truly free or simply cogs in a machine of destiny. Are we truly the authors of blank pages. Within that emptiness the possibilities are infinite. That gave me comfort; that life was mine to write and not simply read to me. As I have gotten older I cannot help but feel that there is something greater at work; that we are apart of a machine. This sadden me until I realized that while we might be a part of something not of our own choosing; that unlike Gestalt theory, perhaps it is the sum of the parts that makes the whole greater. In this respect, while we might be a part of the machine we can still influence the end product or purpose. In this sense what we do in life; the choices we make, the compassion we show and the wisdom we share become eternal.
We do not have to live in scorn as Sisyphus does continuously rolling his rock; happy as he may be. Instead sit upon the hill as the stone with determination, concluding all is well.
I have often wondered if we are truly free or simply cogs in a machine of destiny. Are we truly the authors of blank pages. Within that emptiness the possibilities are infinite. That gave me comfort; that life was mine to write and not simply read to me. As I have gotten older I cannot help but feel that there is something greater at work; that we are apart of a machine. This sadden me until I realized that while we might be a part of something not of our own choosing; that unlike Gestalt theory, perhaps it is the sum of the parts that makes the whole greater. In this respect, while we might be a part of the machine we can still influence the end product or purpose. In this sense what we do in life; the choices we make, the compassion we show and the wisdom we share become eternal.
We do not have to live in scorn as Sisyphus does continuously rolling his rock; happy as he may be. Instead sit upon the hill as the stone with determination, concluding all is well.
I am a nothing dreaming of something unknown.
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I don't know, but I've been feeling like we have more power to put the distant invisible pieces in motion than I had previously thought. :eh: