I was up at 5.30 am....had breakfast, watched a bit of breakfast TV...Had a shower...Drank some more tea.
I then left the house and drove the 15 miles along country lanes to work.
About 10 minutes in a had a sudden overpowering feeling of Nihilism.
I thought to myself, what the point? why am I doing this same thing again and again and again? For a moment my life and existence was totally and utterly pointless.
It reminded me of Sisyphus...
What is it about your life that resembles Sisyphus' plight? What is your relationship to your rock? Is the struggle itself enough for you? Would you describe pushing a rock up a hill heaven, hell, or something in between?
I guess the key is to try and not think about it.
I then left the house and drove the 15 miles along country lanes to work.
About 10 minutes in a had a sudden overpowering feeling of Nihilism.
I thought to myself, what the point? why am I doing this same thing again and again and again? For a moment my life and existence was totally and utterly pointless.
It reminded me of Sisyphus...
What is it about your life that resembles Sisyphus' plight? What is your relationship to your rock? Is the struggle itself enough for you? Would you describe pushing a rock up a hill heaven, hell, or something in between?
I guess the key is to try and not think about it.