Futile, Useless, Stupid...

Some days you really are Sisyphus. You happily roll that rock up a hill, and you watch as it immediately rolls back down. You can judge the day and say, "That was futile." Or maybe "That was useless." Or maybe, "That was stupid." You count the many ways it was futile, useless & stupid. Still, it was a day in your life, and those days are limited and sort of precious. At least you did the work. You put your shoulder to the task. Sure, maybe it was all pointless & pretty damn unfulfilling, but it was your day, your time. So, you own it. You embrace it. As famous smart guy & philosophical smarty pants, Albert Camus wrote: "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." You may also conclude that happiness isn't really what it's cracked up to be. "Fun" also is sort of a dud, a fail, maybe a dead letter? What is one left with? Words of defiance: Fuck it. Onward. Damn the torpedoes.