filii sisyphi.

you ever feel like life is just us rolling a damn

boulder up a hill?

like, every day, we wake up, push, sweat, fight—

just to watch everything crash back down again?

and the sick part is, we know it′s going to happen

we know the ending before we even begin

but still... we do it

why? what's the point? is it hope? stubbornness?

is it a biological trick to keep us from walking off the edge?

from jumping off a skyscraper and ending it all?

this actually makes me think about that guy, Sisyphus

the gods thought they broke him—made his life a joke

but maybe... maybe they didn′t. maybe he figured it out

because what if the trick is to stop looking at the top of the hill?

stop waiting for the moment you've