I recently got this during my first trip to Paris. In English it translates as “One must imagine Sisyphus happy.” It’s the last line of Albert Camus’ “The Myth of Sisyphus”. I read it when I was in the midst of the darkest period of my life. To be honest, depression feels like an understatement. I was void of hope and thought myself to be ultimately defeated. I thought life was no more than a monotonous roller coaster one is forced to ride until he or she inevitably dies. I wanted a way out. Luckily, I read this book before I looked for an exit. This line accumulates all of my thoughts on life, searching, and death in a single sentence. It was done by David at Abraxas in Paris.
