Ibrahim Khan

I have never been super interested into reading novels. My whole life i have struggled with my own personal battles and i could never really find a purpose to keep going, everything felt meaningless, so why keep moving? In a desperate attempt to find hope i decided to start reading philosophy, i read Plato's The Reublic, and enojyed it thuroughly, but it didint have the awsners i was looking for, then i found this book, I had heard of the classic theme story of sisyphus but never really understood it. After finishing this book i was holding back tears. I have never really thought so clearly until now. Sisyphus has a pointless purpose, pushing this rock up his hill. But he still does it with power behind each step. Realizing the absurdity he keeps going. This book showed me that life's biggest purpose and is triumphing your own struggles and to keep rolling your own boulder up your hill, it showed me to find joy in the little things and to enjoy the ride instead of worrying about being happy, I mean after all, "If the descent is thus sometimes performed in sorrow, it can also take place in joy."