>start every day with a clear purpose>end every day with the satisfaction of a job well done>iron clad job security>never have to worry about the futureI wish my life was that good.
>>524476815get a fucking job then
>>524476858no he's right, super mario 3 is better than super mario world
>>524476815If you put a number above the mountain that went up by one every time the boulder reached the top then everyone would be jealous of sissypus's cool game.
>>524476892oh shit dude, i know your son, he tells us all the time about how you work at nintendo
>>524476815>It has become too easy to imagine Sisyphus happyHow did everything get THIS fucked up???
>>524477015Hi, that's right, it's me, Johnathon Longpenis Nintendo, and I do work for Nintendo of America.
>>524476815wagies have it so good right now
>>524477036Millennials got sucker punched and kicked into the minesWe tried to warn you, but you didn't listen and called us failures that were seethingAll according to Keikaku
>>524476858Sisyphus's job is infinitely more dignified and rewarding. When he reaches the top of the hill, he doesn't make Jews richer, he only increases his personal high score by +1.
"I conclude that all is well," says Œdipus, and that remark is sacred. It echoes in the wild and limited universe of man. It teaches that all is not, has not been, exhausted. It drives out of this world a god who had come into it with dissatisfaction and a preference for futile suffering. It makes of fate a human matter, which must be settled among men.All Sisyphus' silent joy is contained therein. His fate belongs to him. His rock is a thing. Likewise, when he contemplates his torment, he silences all the idols. In the universe suddenly restored to silence, the myriad wondering little voices of the earth rise up. Unconscious, secret calls, invitations from all the faces, they are the necessary reverse and price of victory. There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night. The absurd man says yes and his efforts will henceforth be unceasing. If there is a personal fate, there is no higher destiny, or at least there is, but one which he concludes is inevitable and despicable. For the rest, he knows himself to be the master of his days. At that subtle moment when man glances backward over his life, Sisyphus returning toward his rock, in that slight pivoting he contemplates that series of unrelated actions which become fate, created by him, combined under his memory's eye and soon sealed by his death. Thus, convinced of the wholly human origin of all that is human, a blind man eager to see, who knows the night has no end, he is still on the go. The rock is still rolling.I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, eachmineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One imagines Sisyphus happy.
