web analytics

Fiction/Short Story: Sisyphus

In Greek mythology, Sisyphus, the King of Ephyra, is doomed to push a boulder up a hill for eternity. This was the punishment meted out by Zeus after Sisyphus cheated death twice by tricking Hades and Persephone. The image above (courtesy of Museo Del Prado) was painted by renowned Renaissance painter, Titian. In an unexplained departure from the norm, Titian depicted Sisyphus carrying a large rock up a craggy slope, instead of pushing a boulder up a hill.

In Greek mythology, Sisyphus, the King of Ephyra, is doomed to push a boulder up a hill for eternity. This was the punishment meted out by Zeus after Sisyphus cheated death twice by tricking Hades and Persephone. The image above (courtesy of Museo Del Prado) was painted by renowned Renaissance painter, Titian. In an unexplained departure from the norm, Titian depicted Sisyphus carrying a large rock up a craggy slope, instead of pushing a boulder up a hill.

Page Visited: 24
0 0
Read Time:2 Minute, 28 Second

Inspired by someone I know.

Have you ever had the displeasure of being woken up by the sound of a jackhammer on a quiet Sunday morning? The noise is so jarring, that it overshadows everything else around you. You can’t even hear your own thoughts. Your nerves are frayed and perpetually teetering on edge.

This is what people with OCD go through every day of their life – a constant cacophony of internal noises. It gets worse if they also suffer from anxiety, either general or social – or both. Their head is constantly filled with noise. Questions, fears, guilt, compulsions and self-criticisms consume their waking hours.

Over time, most of them will learn to live with the noise, sometimes with the help of drugs, and other times with unique coping mechanisms. But the daily struggle takes a lot out of them. Frequently, they suffer from insomnia. They are chronically tired. They have a negative self-image and horribly low self-esteem. In fact, many secretly hate themselves: they hate how they feel; they hate how they look; they hate how weak they are; they hate their personality. They don’t believe anyone can love them.

He has felt this way all of his adult life. By most metrics, he’s led a successful life. Yet, he feels worthless. He despises himself. He weeps constantly. He’s alone, even when he’s surrounded by people who love him.

He knows many people, yet he doesn’t consider a single one a friend. He doesn’t trust people enough to let his guard down. He’s afraid he will be rejected once they see the real him.

The last real friend he had passed away almost six years ago. He constantly thinks about him. His friend was a noble, kind and sweet man who always make him feel good about himself. He hopes his friend is now traversing the constellation of stars in the far reaches of the cosmos accompanied by angels and saints. His gratitude for him, simply for being his friend, is immense. The anniversary of his friend’s passing is coming soon, and he plans to travel to join his friend’s family at his favorite spot to celebrate his life.

There has been another special person he’s met in his life – the only woman whom he has ever truly loved. Alas, he never felt he was good enough for her. Perhaps she saw the real him. Perhaps that’s why she never took a chance on him.

He mourns for the future they could have had. She was the only person who could ever hush the noises inside his head. She was so beautiful and perfect. Every facet of her was wondrous. His heart aches just thinking about her.

But he doesn’t want to think about her, because it hurts. He thought she was going to save him. But as it turned out, she was just another lesson he had to learn.

His whole life has been an endless series of tests. Every time he manages to crawl to the top of a hill and catch his breath, a new hill appears. He has become the Sisyphus of his own life, forever trying to overcome the next hill.

But he won’t give up. He will persevere, like he always has. He will fall, again and again, but he will rise and carry on, again and again. He will hold no grudges, he will forgive and he will let go of the past. He will find peace in every storm. And when he dies, his headstone will read, “He persevered, to the end.”

 

Song of the day: The Smiths – Asleep

Happy
Happy
0 %
Sad
Sad
0 %
Excited
Excited
0 %
Sleepy
Sleepy
0 %
Angry
Angry
0 %
Surprise
Surprise
0 %

Average Rating

5 Star
0%
4 Star
0%
3 Star
0%
2 Star
0%
1 Star
0%

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.