We repeat activities all throughout our lives. I shave every day. This is optional. If I didn't I would have a really ordinary looking beard. While most of the repetitious actions I perform are optional, many are mandatory in order to survive. I most eat every day. I must breath constantly. To give up performing the repetitious activity of breathing is to give up on life, and hence commit suicide. Since both the monotonous repetitions of activities are absurd and suicide is the ultimate absurdity, there is an extreme predicament. To be and not to be are both absurd.
The only answer is to find meaning in the absurdity. I can either find meaning in the Sysiphean activities or find meaning in suicide. As Voltaire said only the meaning in the Sysiphean activities can make life worth living.
What do you reckon?
