I have always disliked repetitive tasks:
Take a shower after having taken one the day before.
Shave my face after already shaving it a couple of days before.
Wash my car after washing it only a week ago.
Go grocery shopping again and again.
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,
and do something entirely new.
But then again, moving on and 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.
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.