What I Like About You

The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy. - Albert Camus

Life.  What is it?  It is fleeting.  It is short.  Life is like a cigar.  It is smoked and it reaches a point when there is no more.  Okay, that is so retarded and corny.  Let me try again.

I had lunch with a friend the other day and he complained that his wife does not understand him.  He has been married for over 23 years and he still could not connect with his wife.  Whenever they have a disagreement he  would make amends by buying her gifts - a Louis Vuitton bag or maybe a Cartier watch.

He tells her how much he loves her… what it is he likes about her.

Yet he couldn't connect. 

I wonder what she is thinking. Why is it so hard to connect?

Man has always been alienated with fellow man.  Man has been alienated with God.  Man has been alienated with nature.  This has been the problem since the beginning.  This is the pattern of life.  So why do we go on?  Since this is the case, it would seem that life is meaningless.  I know it is.  Man's attempt to provide meaning is futile. 

And yet we must undergo life. 

You cannot create experience. You must undergo it. - Albert Camus