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Cruel month of July is starting, reminding all the pains and sorrows.
I m tired you know? I need to rest a bit, not caring about anything for a while.
I m sadly tired; like “Sisyphus”, in the middle of the road to the peak of the mountain, pulling his unbearable stone towards the top of the mountain, knowing that it will surely fall down again.
Sisyphus just knows that this endless process is his destiny. And through thousands of years he has gradually found out that there’s no way to get out of this cycle, there is no rest, nor an end to this absurdity. Instead, he decides sometimes to love his stone, trying to feel proud of pulling his stone, telling himself how important and lovely his stone is.
But just again, in some sad and disappointing moments, like the beginning of July, he suddenly feels tired; too tired to continue. He suddenly just wishes not to be anymore. And this happens just at the beginning of July.