This belongs to Alessandra.
I had this done on my twentieth birthday, as a reminder that the expectations of others should not (and will not) determine whether or not I am happy in/with my life.
“Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
- The last lines in the essay The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus