“One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy” -Albert Camus The bolder comes to a rolling stop, and just like that, you’re back at the bottom, back to peering up at a summit lost in the clouds. There’s exhaustion in every muscle, in every bone, and in every thought. And there’s the weight of the bolder, the weight of the journey, and the weight of being, all working against you, all begging you to quit. But quitting isn’t an option when here now is your all, and quitting seems foolish, when you know what’s ahead: a moment of serenity above the clouds, a moment to stop and breath and enjoy the view. You know it's the first push that’s the hardest, because the bolder feels like an immoveable object, but you know you’re an unstoppable force, one that’s pushed this bolder up innumerable times. That second push is always lighter, maybe a fraction of a percent lighter, but it’s enough to build momentum, it's enough to make it to the summit. 03/12/22 M. L. Michael
“One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy”
The bolder comes to a rolling stop,
and just like that, you’re back at the bottom,
back to peering up at a summit lost in the clouds.
There’s exhaustion in every muscle,
in every bone, and in every thought.
And there’s the weight of the bolder,
the weight of the journey,
and the weight of being,
all working against you,
all begging you to quit. ..
Every Breath Poetic 