I am Kafka, I am Sisyphus, I am Ryan Marcel

Franz Kafka once wrote a novella called Metamorphosis. 

Its premise is fairly straightforward. 

A man by the name of Gregor Samsa wakes up one morning

to find he has been transformed into an enormous insect.

Anytime I'm experiencing something of a transformation––

and wrestling with the fear that comes along with it––

I think back to a line in that book...

"I cannot make you understand. 

I cannot make anyone understand 

what is happening inside me. 

I cannot even explain it to myself."

I'm in the midst of this,

I must be Sisyphus,

and just keep pushing despite the repetitive and futile task of living.