Life is absurd — trying, carrying on, is the superhuman achievement
I have nothing but respect for you.
Life is absurd. We all expect it to make sense. But it doesn’t. We ask why things happen, why we’re here, and what it all means. But if we’re being honest, no one really has a clue.
Existential philosopher Albert Camus said something that makes a lot of sense. “Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement,” he said. “The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning,” Camus notes.
I couldn’t agree more.
The simple act of moving forward, of refusing to give in, is a rebellion against absurdity. Life doesn’t need to make sense for you to live it. The meaning doesn’t come built in. But you carry on and keep trying anyway. You get out bed, get ready and get out. You keep going.
You repeat what works for you.
The mere act of trying to live is indeed the superhuman achievement.
Camus built his whole philosophy on the absurd. His work on Sisyphus, endlessly pushing that boulder up the mountain only for it to roll back down. That’s us. We work, we struggle, we love, we lose, and in the end, what’s the point? Yet, like Sisyphus, we keep going.
