Sisyphus, because of deception, was sent to the eighteenth level of hell by Hades, the god of death. There, Sisyphus was punished to push a round boulder that must be pushed with all his strength from the foot of the mountain to Steep mountain top. The scorching flames of hell were burning all around. As soon as Sisyphus relaxed, the boulder would roll back to the foot of the mountain non-stop, and everything had to start all over again. When he exhausted all his strength and finally pushed the boulder to the top of the mountain, he thought he could get a moment of respite. Unexpectedly, the ruthless boulder rumbled unstoppably back to its place again. And so on, over and over again, never ending.
Isn’t each of us that Sisyphus? Aren’t we carrying a round boulder of destiny like him?
When we were young, we scrambled to be the first. After fierce competition, we finally entered a key primary school. We were very happy and thought we were relieved now. But the good times do not last long, and we must invest more efforts, because the next higher "mountain top" is right in front of us - the key junior high school. From then on, the altitude of the "top of the mountain" has never stopped rising rapidly: we must go all out to get into a "key high school", and then do our best to get into a first-class university... I thought that we could finally put down the "piece" on our shoulders. "Boulder" can give the nerves that have not dared to relax for so many years a long and hearty vacation. But this is not the case. After going to a first-class university, you need to find a good and decent job, and then you have to focus on increasing your income and promoting your position. Then the time comes to find a good partner, get married and have children. Then the baby we give birth to, our next generation, must be excellent, because "he cannot lose at the starting line." He must enter a key kindergarten, a key elementary school, a key middle school, a key university, and find a decent and good job. Find a good partner to get married, give birth to a good baby... We are always trying hard to push the "boulder" of life, struggling and struggling under the heavy burden. Like Sisyphus in the myth, it goes round and round, never ending, never resting.
The reason why Sisyphus pushed the boulder was because he was forced by Pluto’s order and was unable to resist. What about us? Where do our ‘monoliths’ come from? ”
When we talk about living for a living, in the final analysis, it may be due to the lack of 'security'. In the eyes of most of us, the more 'fame and fortune', the more 'safe' it is. That's right It is the tyrant "restlessness" that raises the invisible spiritual whip in our hearts, beating us to fight with tears and blood and stagger forward against our will.
Many of us are not. Want to be willing, want to rebel, want to resist, want to stop the boulder on your shoulders, want to escape the fate of Sisyphus, so there are wandering singers, street performers, modern troubadours, thinkers who are willing to be poor, One Hundred Years of Solitude We call them "idealists" or "romantics" as philosophers and ascetics who are far away from the world. Indeed, they have the freedom we envy, but we have family happiness that is difficult to achieve.
Whether it is them or us, as a person, there is always something "uneasy", and the "trouble" sprouts from there, and over time, it becomes a "burden" if it lingers. Life, life distributes the joys and sorrows equally to everyone. Everyone has helpless difficulties and the joy of spring flowers. It is the same for everyone.
Life is a "heavy burden" but a "heavy burden". Isn't there a "gift" buried under it? We often say that love and responsibility stand side by side, freedom and destiny stand side by side, and humanity and humanity stand side by side. If the responsibility is not heavy, how can we see the deepness of love? If fate is not determined, There is no boundary or death in life, so who of us cares whether our lifetime is wasted, and who cares about how the soul can be infinitely free in a limited life? If there is no "burden" in life, what should we do to human nature? It is as stubborn as cutting and plowing, making it more and more gentle with virtue, exuding the soft light of humanity.
Life is life, and both bitterness and joy are her true tastes. Who? If you refuse to accept the pain of life, you are destined to be deprived of the joy of life; there is often no trade-off between the two, either everything or none.