Sisyphus is Us

I have always disliked repetitive tasks.

Hated taking a shower after I have already taken one.

Shave my beard after already shaving it a couple of days before.

Wash my car after already washing it a week ago.

Go grocery shopping after having done it not too long ago.

No, I am not Sisyphus, I tell myself,

cursed by the gods for eternity to push a rock up a hill,

only to see it roll down to the bottom of the hill.

Doing something once is enough for me.

I need to move on, yes move on

and do something entirely new.

But then again, doing something new and moving on to something else

sounds like an ongoing repetitive cycle.

So, in fact, I am just like Sisyphus; we are all like Sisyphus.

The cycle cannot be broken.

The Earth goes around the sun for 365 days

only to start the same celestial voyage again,

on and on for billions of years.

Stars are born; stars die and then are reborn again.

And so it goes on and on.

Sisyphus was doing what everyone and everything else keeps doing.

People, planets, stars, the universe are all Sisyphus.