“Happiness and the absurd are two inseparable sons of the same earth.”
Yesterday, we had our World Lit class. Nika sit in with us. Hoorah! Goin backkkk, we talked about one of Shakespeare’s Sonnet (if I’m not mistaken, I think it’s Sonnet 29) and Albert Camus’ “The Myth of Sisyphus”.
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Our Professor then asked us if we agree to what Camus is insisting, that meaningless and happiness coexist in human existence. First of all, I itsy bitsy agree to what Damiano said that knowing things makes us happy. Everyone always wants to know things. The what’s and the why’s. However, the world will never run out of reasons. Meaning, we’ll just drown ourselves with more questions if we continue puking question marks. I believe that happiness means contentment. Meanings differ from each one of us. There is no such thing as meaningless because everything has a meaning. Meaningful. And it is up to us as to which meaning to choose. There were, however, endless choices. It is when we stop asking, stop looking, that we find contentment. Find happiness.