The thing about “imagining Sisyphus happy” by Albert Camus. I understand that the meaning of it is that we need to find joy in the struggle of life. My issue with it, which I’m thinking through, is that I don’t really want to be complacently happy about constant labor with no real accomplishment. That sounds like meaningless purgatory. Can someone explain if I’m missing something? I haven’t really looked into Camus too much.