In the grand tapestry of existence, there exists a profound and unassailable truth: that life is a never-ending series of inconveniences.
We are beset on all sides by petty annoyances, from the inescapable din of the alarm clock, to the crushing weight of our own existential dread.
But, like a Sisyphean hero, we press on, driven by a stubborn determination to make the most of our time, even as the universe conspires to thwart us at every turn.
And so, we find ourselves trapped in this endless cycle of futility, forever striving, yet forever failing.
And yet, it is in this very futility that we find our greatest hope.
Read on to discover how. Or, if you're feeling particularly masochistic, read this.