I am Sisyphus.

I am Sisyphus. But different. The Boulder that I push up the hill is actually my heart. And I am learning to accept the absurdity of heartbreak. As Sisyphus, I am presented with two choices with every single breath I draw.

Condemnation. And Contentment.

I think about these choices through times that can’t be measured by any clock. I think. I think so much. To you, the right choice might be obvious, but when your entire destiny comes down to pushing up an entire boulder all the way to the top, the choice gets hard.

So I think and think.

Only to realise that it was never condemnation or contentment. It was always, condemnation and contentment.

The choice is merely which one I want should be eternal.

And so, not just every day, not just every hour, but with each and every single breath, I choose to find infinite contentment in pushing and carrying and rolling my heart onto greater heights all by myself.

And believe me, Sisyphus knew. Sisyphus knew that even a force stronger than that of gravity itself could not prevent this Boulder from rolling back down. It is certain, always was, and always will be. But the boulder never breaks, it only rolls. In that moment, there will be no choice, but to carry my heart in that boulder and keep pushing. In that moment I will find new meaning. In that moment, I will accept the absurdity of heartbreak.

And therefore, I am Sisyphus. But I am different because I made my choice.