Sisyphus pushed his stone alone.
That was his real punishment —
not the weight,
not the repetition,
but the loneliness.
I used to live that way too.
Every day felt like an endless task cycle:
do more, achieve more, prove more.
Try to reach the top.
Try to justify my existence through the climb.
But the moment the stone rolled back down,
so did I.
The world teaches us that meaning comes from accomplishment.
But Christianity teaches something radically different:
Purpose doesn’t come from the mountain.
Purpose comes from the One who shaped it.
The book of Ecclesiastes says everything “under the sun” is vanity —
work, wealth, reputation, status.
All temporary.
All dust.
That hit me hard.
Because if I’m basing my identity on any of those things,
I’m no different from Sisyphus —
pushing a stone that will never satisfy,
never complete me,
never give me rest.
God doesn’t remove the stone.
He doesn’t flatten the mountain.
Instead, He walks with me.
And suddenly, the climb is different.
The stone becomes training, not punishment.
The mountain becomes formation, not failure.
The repetition becomes refinement, not torture.
Sisyphus pushed alone because he believed his fate had no meaning.
But I am not alone.
And my meaning is not self-invented —
it’s God-given.
Jesus said,
“My yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
Not because life is easy,
but because when you carry your stone with God, you aren’t carrying it alone.
So what is the real purpose of life?
Not to finish the climb.
Not to push the stone faster.
Not to reach the top before everyone else.
The purpose is to walk with God
while the stone shapes you
into who He made you to be.
Sisyphus had endless struggle without redemption.
We have struggle that transforms us.
And that makes all the difference.