living sisyphus

 

when the gods huddled up to deliberate on the punishment of sisyphus,  they didn't think of the plague or death or solitary confinement.  Sisyphus, who blatantly and wantonly betrayed the secrets of the gods, was condemned to roll a mammoth of a rock against a steep hill.  the rock naturally falls back down the other side when it reaches the top and sisyphus has to run to repeat the process, lasting all eternity.

the gods, in all their power, thought no punishment is as cruel and dreadful as futile and hopeless labor.

they have a point.

we toil and we slave and we sweat everyday, giving up a great slab of the precious little time we have on this earth, and for what? 

money? thats what it boils down to eventually.  screw sense of fulfillment.  throw love for the job to the dogs.  at the end of the day, our eyes are focused on one thing - the bottomline.

in wall street, michael douglas said matter of factly that greed is good.  i say it to myself every now and then too if only to put some semblance of reason to my going to work everyday. 

its good to want things.  it drives you.

but drives you to what end?

i hope that sense finds me sooner than senility or death so i can finally fuck making a living and start actually living.

until then though, there is this rock in front of me that i have to push up a hill today.  and tomorrow.  and the day after.....  

5 things i wish i was paid to do for a living:

1.  eat.  with extra pay if i do so compulsively
2.  chat 
3.  judge people
4.  gym
5.  mingle