If I have learned something from my life, as well excessive reading is that we all are Sisyphus. And we all realize it, eventually. Some in their thirties, some in their sixties, and some when they are on their deathbeds. And once we realize who we really are, we all ask ourselves one simple question?'What the hell was that? What the hell was all that?

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Just about everything in this world is easier said than done, with the exception of "systematically assisting Sisyphus's stealthy, cyst-susceptible sister," which is easier done than said.