I identify with Sisyphus, although I don't remember what I did to anger the Gods.
Sisyphus was condemned to roll a great boulder to the top of a hill. Every time Sisyphus, by the greatest of exertion and toil, attained the summit, the darn thing rolled back down again.
As each day dawns I rise and try to create my own momentum, moving forward slowly. There are days when I feel that I have made progress and days when the Rock wins.
As long as I have done my best and pushed and pushed to the limits of my capacities, I don't beat myself up if I am still far from success.
Tomorrow's Friday, a whole new day with a Rock, full of potential!
I wonder what his punishment would be if one night he just up and decided to get on a horse and ride as far away as he could possibly ride from that damn boulder and that cursed mountain ??? And just forget the whole horrible business... Promethius had it a little harder I guess, because he was chained to that rock and couldn't escape the eagle that came every day to peck at his liver...
ReplyDeleteWell, whatever your boulder is made of, I'm sending positive energy your way to turn that boulder into cork or balsa wood or paper-maché... mind over matter, right?
PS And thanks a million for adding a link on your page to me, which I just noticed... I am honored !
ReplyDeletePPS (appropriately) Out walking in Brittany yesterday with my wife, we actually found in two different places some very clean and well appointed public toilets... we were both amazed. As with Sisyphus, perhaps there is hope yet for France, and for the world !
A new approach to the duldrums of never being able to finish...I like it!
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