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When I was just working, a senior gave me a sentence, he said: "People have no far-reaching worries, they must have near-term worries." Whatever you think. ”
I later played my neurotic Aquarius style to interpret and distort it in a protracted depth, which helped me a lot, and I understood that time is a tool, and under the long-term goal, everything in the present seems to dissolve.
For example, if you are going to take a flight to the United States, whether you call a taxi or take an airport bus on the way, whether the seat is comfortable, whether the flight attendant is good-looking, these are not important, what is important is whether you can catch the flight to reach the destination.
For example, if you want to do something as a career, then whether you make money or not, whether you work overtime or not, whether you are angry or not, it doesn't matter, in the face of the anxiety of that long-term goal, the current pain seems to be less so-called.
And if you don't have that long-term goal, you'll get irritated by what's going on right now, and our endurance depends on how hard it is for us to get what we want, which is why some people complain about working overtime.
Does that solve the problem? Not necessarily, what if one day you find that long-term goal collapsed? This is a bug that I suddenly discovered after many years of adhering to this mental method, and after this long-term goal collapses, you will find that the only thing in your life is a meaningless swim in and out, and the feeling of subversion and absurdity is particularly strong, like the original drama we are going to talk about today, "Waiting for Godot".
Waiting for Godot, forced to repeat
Waiting for Godot, two twilight events written by 1969 Nobel Prize winner Samuel Beckett, is a classic of absurdist drama that has no plot to say.
Two scrawled tramps, in the wilderness at dusk, under a tree that was almost dying, waited for a man named Godot. All kinds of boredom, all kinds of language no matter the time. Finally a boy, Godot's messenger, says that Godot is not coming tonight, and the first act will be 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. When waiting is in progress, it means an endless state, not an event. Thus the second act is only an intensification of the first act, like day after day, a life without a purpose.
Who Godot is, I don't know, has never appeared, they have so wasted their lives, betting their unwarranted weights on the most nihilistic cards.
The play has been performed all over the world for many years, in many languages, and Godot has never come.
But waiting became a purpose for the time, a hope, and the two tramps were so depressed that they wanted to hang themselves. But can they die? No, because they have to wait.
In Beckett's view, life is like this, it is difficult to live and die, there is both hope and despair, and in the final analysis, it is still unknown. Still, we'll have to wait for Godot, and we'll continue to wait.
We didn't have Godot in our script
Absurdist theater flourished in the 1950s and 1960s. At that time, World War II had just passed, and the deep surface still smelled of blood and gunpowder.
Faith collapses and life goes on. Author Beckett's childhood experienced World War I, young adults mixed in Paris, and then caught up with the fall of Paris in World War II.
He thinks that life is a difficult and nihilistic wandering, and it is understandable to think so. In every era of rapid change, values are rapidly diversified, followed by the collapse of security, major, education, unit, marriage, family and even hometown, these factors that once made you feel stable may no longer be able to support a sense of stability in the changes of the times.
People lose the basic standards of right and wrong, good and bad. You will begin to question yourself what you are looking forward to when time brings you, what everyone seems to be looking forward to, but it seems that you can't be sure what you are looking for, people forget what they are looking for in searching, they lose the meaning of waiting in waiting, just like Godot, day after day, but never come.
Time is just a circular cage
So what exactly is time, and can time save us? I don't think so, it just consumes everything, your enthusiasm, your loss, the positive, the negative, all rolled over, all swallowed up.
Some people always think that there will be hope in waiting, but in fact, Godot does not necessarily come, but the gesture of waiting becomes a comfort similar to prayer, and the redemption of time is uncertain and creepy by chance.
As the script begins with the story: "One thief is said to have been saved, and the other is doomed." "Godot's messengers are favored by Godot because they herd goats, and his brother is abused because he herds sheep, and everything is unknowable.
So there is no point in waiting, like the line in the book: "The tears of the world have their own fixed amount." Someone in one place cries, and in another place someone must stop crying and laugh. ”
People are always talking about yesterday, looking forward to tomorrow, waiting for some kind of hope for redemption, but never looking at the present, living absurdly bored in the present, hesitating to consume, Godot will not come, as Beckett was frank in an interview, he said: "If I knew who Godot was, I would write it into the script." ”