Sísifo

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MY DEAR,

I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO TODAY, HELP ME DECIDE.

SHOULD I CUT MYSELF OPEN AND POUR MY HEART ON THESE PAGES? OR SHOULD I SIT HERE AND DO NOTHING, NOBODY’S ASKING ANYTHING OF ME AFTERALL.

SHOULD I JUMP OFF THE CLIFF THAT HAS MY HEART BEATING SO AND DEVELOP MY WINGS ON THE WAY DOWN? OR SHOULD I STEP BACK FROM THE EDGE, AND LET THE OTHERS DEAL WITH THIS THING CALLED COURAGE.

SHOULD I STARE BACK AT THE EXISTENTIAL ABYSS THAT HAUNTS ME SO AND TRY DESPERATELY TO GRAB FROM IT A SENSE OF SELF? OR SHOULD I KEEP WALKING HALF-ASLEEP, ONLY HALF-LOOKING AT IT EVERY NOW AND THEN IN TIMES IN WHICH I CAN’T HELP DOING ANYTHING BUT?

SHOULD I KILL MYSELF OR HAVE A CUP OF COFFEE?

FALSELY YOURS,


A. CAMUS