The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus

The myth of Sisyphus is hard to parse, but it seems worth it (for me). Albert Camus asks a simple question:

“If life has no objective meaning, why not kill yourself?” And he tries to answer it:

First, he explores physical suicide as an answer, but it avoids the problem instead of facing it. He explains why.

Then he explains why inventing meaning via religion, transcendence, destiny, or absolute truths is a philosophical suicide.

It might be comfortable, but that is dishonest self-deception.

I won’t spoil your reading and share what his answer is, but it resonates deeply with me. And the name of the book hints at it.

Maybe check it out if you crave meaning, or even once in a while, you ask “why?”.