Either you lose yourself or you reach the last
both boils down to zero, marking the end, and
stretches to another beginning

This is the hardest part of the game, to start over
again and again, until you realize the futility of
repeating the same thing, of repeating the same thing.

It is in these moments you find more than what
you wish. It is in these moments you try to realize
your essence

It's okay, struggle, writhe, agonize until you squeeze
every emotion you feel. then think. after all, sunshine
cannot appear when a storm's brewing

I too, believe, that Sisyphus is happy. That in the
eternal cycle of the same act, he found a meaning,
he created a meaning.