There are some days... many days that I feel like Sisyphus.
For those that don't know, or don't remember, Sisyphus was from Greek mythology. He was punished by the gods (I don't really remember what for... the gods were pretty random and petty back then)... and his punishment was to push a boulder up the side of a mountain every day, only to find it back at the bottom the following morning, and push it back to the top again. For eternity.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just pushing that boulder up the hill, over and over and over again.
Okay... not really "Sisyphushian" ... after all, I do get a reward for my efforts, at least most of the time. But I gotta admit, that boulder is getting harder and harder to continue pushing up that hill.
I still love the view, and the people I meet along the path.
But that boulder is getting heavier, isn't it? Right?
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