Sisyphus. I understand him now. The goal of this messy diaspora generation I find myself in, is *not* what I've been told. Which is to get married, to support my family, to have kids, and to die. That's noble, but really, that is *not* the deeper purpose. Our purpose is to embrace the suffering without any reason - something those before us could not do. I feel my parents constantly search for a meaning for their suffering and just make the mess worse. There is no meaning. Or if there is, it's out of grasp. Suffer. And smile. I never thought I'd actually find peace in this. From here, I begin to define my own values. What comes first? To embrace my inner talent, passions, skills, to their full potential. And the hope to one day be free. ![[Pasted image 20250701130439.png]] ![[AE9AE19F-0823-4329-8BD2-AA7D4FBB1D99_1_201_a.jpeg]] ![[E8A82CF9-1728-4D2F-9220-C8EF74F87287_1_201_a.jpeg]]