Whenever I see stories like this, ones where there is a character rushing ahead along in multiple attempts to reach the same goal, only to have to start over and attempt again, I am reminded of the myth of Sisyphus. The task is absurd. It's impossible. And yet the character has the strength of mind to try over and over and over again despite its absurdity. As if tasked from on high by the very gods themselves to struggle, the character carries on as if to defy fate and the world itself. "I may have been tasked with this absurd goal, but I shall do it for all of eternity."
To love and hate their own fate. To carry on when a normal person's very soul would be crushed. The endless repetition and failure. And yet, Sisyphus continues on rolling up his boulder to the top of the mountain and, he might get close, but it always slides down in the end. There is a certain beauty in such tragedy, if I say so myself. And the possibility that they might achieve the impossible. To defy the very world and the gods themselves, also captivates me.
