Have you ever thought of pushing a big boulder up the mountain? Well, that is exactly what all of us are doing every day. You may have heard of Camus, writer most famous for books “The Plague” and “The Stranger” (should not be confused with an entry in Urban Dictionary). Camus also wrote about “”The Myth of Sisyphus”" who according to ancient Greek mythology was cursed with the pointless task of rolling that boulder.
As this guest blog post aims to show, life is nothing more than a series of absurd happenings. Is what you are currently doing meaningful in the grand scheme of things? Most likely it is just like it was said in the first “Terminator” movie: “Who is going to care in fifty years?”.
Ever since we started to question religion, we have lost our purpose in life. World War Two brought forward the horrible things that humans are capable of inflicting on each other. In response, existentialism promoted by Camus, Sartre and other French writers/philosophers of the era tried to advance the idea that only we ourselves can bring meaning to life in an absurd world.
Ever since we have not come with anything marginally better. Question remains though, if we can create our own meaning, should we stop caring about other beings?
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