What are our life mission? What were our ancestors missions? We, human, are nothing, really, we are not important at all. But we have feelings, fears, and dreams. What is my mother mission?, What are my grand parents mission? Is there some dreams of them remaining inside me? Will they remain when they will be gone? Will my dreams remains when I will be gone? Are the dreams stronger than the absurdity of life?
Man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.
“Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there’s always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her.”