The Terrible Spiritual Wasteland - Samuel Beckett, "Waiting for Godot"

Samuel Baker's 1948 two-act play Waiting for Godot has long been considered a classic of absurdist theatre. It's about something that happened at two dusks, but there's no plot to speak of.

The protagonists are two tramps, in the background of a wilderness, there is only a dead tree on the side of the road, and the two tramps are waiting under the tree for a man named Godot. They were doing boring actions like smelly boots while dreaming incoherently.

Finally, a boy says that Godot is not coming tonight, and the first act is over. The second act is a repetition of the first act, but when they know that Godot is not coming, they want to hang themselves, and as soon as the belt of their pants is pulled, they can only wait hopelessly.

For me, it may have something to do with age and experience. If I had read this book as a student, I think I would have been bored. With more life experience, reading this book is a new experience - absurdity is the essence of life.

It may be difficult for us to understand what God means to Westerners, but the spiritual pillar is the whole reason a person lives. Whether you are bored and waiting, or waiting seriously and sadly, you may not have a sense of humor.

Life is up and down, crying and making noise, boring whispering, going with the flow, catching up, mediocre, lazy and scattered, painfully changing the past, crying and sobbing...

No matter how selectively it happens and cycles, everything in life is weightless. Life, life, everyday life is the biggest horror movie. Because once you're born, the factory setting is to wait for him, you're waiting, and he never comes.

Every day there will be the same voice telling you that he will not come today, but he will come tomorrow. Isn't this voice your own voice?

When everyone around you can wake up and forget yesterday, waiting for Him every day, how painful it is for you to be a sober person with a good memory and never forgetfulness, because you know that He will not come, but you have no other way but to wait for Him.

The meaning of existence has been discussed for a long time, and life has always been associated with pain and death, but what is more terrible than death is the meaninglessness of survival. In order to give life a noble meaning, one must find a faith.

Faith exists in man's heart, like a wonderful value converter, and the man of faith, all painful experiences are transformed into lofty values in him, so that when he suffers, he is willing and worthy.

In the desolate and vast life, is there anything that really exists and will not perish? Is there anything worth living for? Unable to find such a tangible thing, people slid irrepressibly into the abyss of nothingness.

In Beckett's Waiting for Godot, I saw the collapse of traditional values and the survival dilemma that people fell into after they lost their faith.

The Nobel prize speech commented on Beckett, "If the keen imagination and logic are mixed to the point of absurdity, the result will be a paradoxical and strange", perhaps summarizing the author's experience and understanding of life, the deep concern for human society!