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Let's go. Yes, let's go. (They do not move) - Beckett, Waiting for Godot
Have you ever read (or perhaps watched) a play by Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot?
It’s an absurd play. From the beginning til the end of the play, there is nothing we can get but that the two main characters there, Estragon and Vladimir, are waiting for, let’s say, someone called Godot. They don’t know who Godot is, and yes, they NEVER meet Godot. Not even once, not even after they have been waiting for him (let’s say ‘him’) for days. They are waiting - totally - in vain.
Absurd, isn’t it? But I do love it. Moreover, I think Godot represents something in our real life.
Godot is something or someone that we always wait for. In life.
This is what life’s about, right? Waiting.
And every dialogue there, in the play, gives a meaning of our life. What can I say? It represents life. Absurd yet beautiful in some ways.
One line that I love the most is the title of this text post. For me, it has a strong meaning.
Have you ever felt that way?
When you’re really want to go, but instead of moving, you’re standing still.
You really want to do ‘this’, but instead of doing something to support ‘this’, you do ‘that’.
Ah, complicated, isn’t it?
But I guess that’s the art of waiting.
Sometimes you feel exhausted, you really want to go.
But you can’t. Why? Because you are waiting. And who knows if the one you’ve been waiting for will come just in a moment?
Perhaps you are tired. But you just can’t move. Why? Because you’re waiting. And realize it or not, you enjoy it.
You enjoy waiting for your Godot…
Absurd? Yes, such a life.
do you know this song?
yes it’s ‘World of Our Own’ by Westlife. And it’s the acoustic one.
I guess it was recorded after Bryan had left the group.
ah I love this song.
just enjoy this, shall we?
When Will I See Your Face Again - Jamie Scott and The Town
Here I Am, everyday
Since you said, you’d come again,
But it’s not fair, cos’ you’re not here,
I wait in vain, but nothing has changed,
I’m a flower, soaking in the Rain,
If I could wish one thing, I’d hear you call my name,
So when will I see your face again,
When will you touch my life again,
When will I breathe you in again
I think I love you, will I see your face again,
Little thing, like the rain coming,
She looked at me a certain kind of way,
Tell me girl, where are you now,
‘Cos I don’t know how much longer I can wait,
I’m a dreamer, waiting for the sun,
When you’re coming in, I know my life’s begun,
Tell me girl…
When will I see your face again,
When will you touch my life again,
When will I breathe you in again,
I think I love you, will I see your face again,
You know that all my life I’ve been waiting,
Waiting for some, someone like you to love me,
You can’t come by like an angel, into my life,
And then fly away, fly away…
*ah Godot.
Let’s go. Yes, let’s go. (They do not move).
— Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
