THE DAILY NUBB

When Camus wrote about Sisyphus and the doom placed upon him by vengeful gods (namely, rolling the same boulder up the same hill every day for all eternity), the bleak French existentialist saw mainly the absurdity of life and how one might find purpose even in the punishingly mundane.

No existentialism here, but I do very much love the story. Here’s why: we bring our own nobility to our work. We add the purpose even when it might be hard to detect otherwise. We trade our time, our talent, our sweat for that day’s struggle and accomplishment. And if we’re really lucky, we get to choose the work we do–and mankind DOES tend to enjoy the act of choosing.

So when I am reminded of Camus’ last line, that the struggle itself is worthwhile and we should imagine Sisyphus happy, I agree wholeheartedly but not for absurdist reasons. No, I imagine him happy because he has learned the lesson of investing one’s efforts with noble purpose and meaning.

I hope I bring that same intensity and intentionality today. Rolling my own rock, I remain….

Nubbs