Sisyphus' Happiness

You would think after all this time, it wouldn't scare me. But it's back.

The roaring jets that shake the windows and quicken your pulse. I hadn't heard them in some time, and it felt like I had forgotten.

And at that moment, I felt the gravity of it all pull me down; because the sound was back and it was an unignorable omen.

I thought of all the mothers and fathers who have lived through war.

Who felt scared and anxious and overwhelmed, but could only express these feelings in dark corners and quiet moments. Because in the light, we must stay strong and carry on. And on. And on… because the only thing in this whole messed-up world is looking to us for safety and protection.

So like Sisyphus, we must grab our boulders and start the climb — a punishment imposed to us by egotistical men who think legacy has to burn.

And yet, we keep going. We bear the weight, even when it seems endless. We endure. We protect. Because maybe through all this, we can imagine Sisyphus happy.