I can state that this book, a philosophical essay, has saved my life.
I've felt suicidal for the longest time and upon reading this, my view on...everything, really did change.
Whenever I talk to friends that struggle with the same problems I have I always tell them about this book. About Sisyphus' story and about how meaningless it seemed to push a stone up a hill, only for it to keep falling.
I interpret this book with a positive connotation. Life may be absurd without the security of an entity or a religion to keep us grounded, but it doesn't make it meaningless. Having something absurd to think about is exactly what makes us human and not just a mere animal fighting for survival in the wild.
Sisyphus is well aware that the stone will roll down the hill eventually, but that is why he focuses on smaller details. Why shouldn't we enjoy drinking coffee at that spot we love so much for yet another day? Isn't that reason enough to keep going?...
This thesis is the opposite of Meursault's situation in "The Stranger". He is a man who can't bring himself to enjoy *anything*. That is the extreme of absurdism, and in other words.. "the bad part".
I think "The Myth of Sisyphus" is brilliant. Thank you for taking the time to listen to my rant about the book that has saved my life and a few others' in such strange times.