In Camus’ philosophical discourse le Mythe de Sisyphe, he brings up the important concept of absurdity. He describes it as the “divorce between man and this life, the actor and his setting”. I interpreted this sentence as the status of giving life meaning, prospected about it, and at last found out that it was all an illusion we created ourselves. To further explain this, I believe it is the opposite idea of existentialism, which I once believed was the redemption of a “meaningless” life. However, later I found out that this is not a useful idea for one to possess after they experience more and think more. Camus expressed my feelings accurately, “Through an odd reasoning, starting out from the absurd over the ruins of reason, in a closed universe limited to the human, they (existential philosophers) deify what crushes them and find reason to hope in what impoverishes them.” Brainwashing ourselves to start to enjoy what is in fact painful only makes us more pathetic.
 
All of the discussions above serve to explain what Camus believes is the fundamental question of philosophy. “There is but one truly serious philosophical problem,” he writes, “and that is suicide.” His reason is that only this question leads to the most severe events (I believe this is mostly Camus’ judgments instead of a universally possessed opinion, but I agree with him). And it makes sense as someone who feels absurd may have the exact feeling as someone faithful to Christianity, one day, suddenly start to believe that it was all made up. The only difference is the former destroyed the “God” they created themselves—more detrimental to even think about. So it’s not hard to imagine what actions they might take after suffering from such an emotional strike.
 
Camus poses the question, but he can’t simply let them remain up in the air. He presents his answer and explanation, “It will be lived all the better if it has no meaning.” Accept the fact that life has no meaning, and enjoy as much as can. A similar idea is expressed in Chinese author Yu Hua’s book, in which the protagonist Fugui loses his property, father, mother, wife, daughter, and son in a row, but in the end continues to sing happily when leading his old cow in the field. Fugui lost everything, but he also experienced everything. That is all that’s valuable. Hence, we should better enjoy every aspect of life, treasure everything we feel lucky to possess, and attempt less to endow meaning to things around us. After all, just as how Camus put it, “Beginning to think is beginning to be undermined.”