Sisyphus I

A man sins innocently as long as he lives with him eyes closed, man sins when he accepts the fatal fate of dying without the highest a bit of curiosity without any questions why, how, where, when.

It is silent and death penalty to live sitting in a slow car going to Tartarus, u banks of the Styx. Accepting the cruel reality that there is nothing left to see is dreary, terrifying and monotonous.

But even if it doesn’t always happen, it does exist reality, possibility worse. A profane and poisonous curse that destroys the bright glow of life, even if it was gray and poorly lived. Corruption degenerates by learning the way. Be aware of the vehicle you are traveling in. A self-perception of mortality, futility, and futility of all effort, critical and admirable. This self-warning awareness of the events taking place ends up decanting at the crossroads of dilemmas that, although the force refuses to abate, reveal themselves as hard mental work.

When we enter the path of disappointment, when we come back and see ourselves repeating the same action, over and over again, we find ourselves face to face with an absurd reality, a life devoid of meaning. At this crossing, behind the crossed path, it opens in front we, aware of irrationality, lived, from the monotony of everyday routine; three paths that will take us to different destinations.

The first of them, the closest and which, unfortunately, most absurdists will see as the only solution to the problem of getting out of the lane of irrationality. Because a cobbler who wakes up at 8 am yes go out and open your business, work 8 hours to get home and be able to sleep 8 hours is as doomed as that king of Corinth who was condemned by the gods to climb a heavy stone to the top of a precipice, only to see it, his goal accomplished, roll to the bottom mountain, chasing him that you must perform the same action for all eternity. And how can it be extracted from the sentence, a prison as cruel as freedom to realize how chained and locked you are.

Then the first road screams your name. At that moment, for the first time, it requires you to go with it. That first path, that original path, is to be the master of your destiny and end the absurdity with your own hand. But succumbing to the absurd is, paradoxically, itself absurd. physical suicide It is not an outlet for absurdity, because it is an orphan, yes, but alive. This road, which was taken by some old men known as Diogenes, who held his breath until he died, or Socrates, who drank poison, did not give in to absurdity, they were consistent with their speech. He who does not support the colossal weight of illogicality in life deserves nothing more than compassion, because for the first time, like a snake, he caresses and betrays.

It is difficult to fight against absurdity, it is a virus, a parasite that attaches itself to the same students who managed to fall under its charms. Absurd, extensive and complicated, It requires reflection and compression. Because I shows the truth, childish and primal, which, like the greatest problems in science, requires hundreds of hours of meditation, thousands of different hypotheses, millions of perspectives and trillions of considerations.