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title: "Waiting for Godot"
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pubDate: 2026-03-31
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category: reading
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tags: [read]
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mood: '#b45309'
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### Who is Gordo? Why wait?
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**Hopeless Waiting: Self-Salvation and the Prisoner’s Dilemma**
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Godo is the character who runs through the entire book. However, no one has actually seen Godo in reality. Gogo and Didi simply wait for Godo. Is Godo a kind of hope? Or perhaps a belief? Waiting, waiting… Sometimes, they even forget about life itself, choosing to spend their time waiting by committing suicide. So what’s the meaning of waiting for Godo? Isn’t it a spiritual pursuit and a way of redemption? Or maybe waiting for Godo has become their only goal in life. They don’t know what the purpose of waiting is, but waiting for Godo is the only thing they can do, and it’s also the only way for them to escape reality. Whether Godo exists or not doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is the act of “waiting” itself, which serves as a reminder that they haven’t completely lost their physical vitality.
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Perhaps Gordo doesn’t actually exist at all. Gordo is simply a way for Gogo and Didi to escape the real world. It’s the only way they can feel like they still have something to do. It’s a kind of absurd waiting, a waiting that has no meaning at all. And the process of waiting itself is also absurd. Gogo and Didi wait just because they have to wait. The waiting period becomes a very desolate experience for them. They don’t know what to do, they don’t know how to pass the time during this waiting. They just wait, waiting for Gordo to arrive.
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The way humans sustain themselves in the meaningless world is often not through dramatic resistance, but through trivial, repetitive, and even ridiculous daily efforts. This is both a form of compromise and a kind of tragic resilience. However, why not take the brave step of dying, or breaking away from the status quo, and follow the passing of time? Why stay stuck in the present, trapped in the past? Perhaps dying requires determination, and breaking free requires a clear direction. But when both these resources are exhausted, “waiting” becomes the only viable action left.
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Didi always ponders back in time, seeking consistency within the passage of time. Meanwhile, Gogo simply wants to live in the present. We are constantly torn between “trying to understand meaning” and “being forced to endure the moment at hand”. No one truly lives in the future—because it seems that no one has a future at all. The future is merely a waiting period, a constant state of anticipation. People go through day after day, resisting the real world and life in their own unique ways. They coexist with time, sometimes even opposing it, as if to prove that they still exist, and that what they do makes sense.
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So, in this absurd life… time continues to pass as usual. What should we do? With what can we confront emptiness? When waiting becomes fate, when the future is reduced to mere “tomorrow” over and over again, how should we face this inevitable passage of time?
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Between Decline and Rebirth: The Anchorage of Memories and the Flow of Time
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There are five characters in the play, but it seems that only Didi is awake. Only he remembers the past, remembers what happened yesterday. Gogo, Pozo, the lucky guy, and the young man none of them remember anything that happened yesterday. It seems as though they are always living in the present. In reality, time continues to pass. The growth of green leaves on that tree signifies that everything keeps moving forward. They live in the present, but they also bear witness to the past and step towards the future. However, every day that passes is just a repetition of the same events, just like the constant discussions about suicide. Going to death is merely a way to pass time, without truly having the courage to take those steps.
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The lucky person’s incoherent speeches in the play resemble both rational desperation and absurd reflections of reality. When ordered to think, his monologues initially follow a logical structure, using various terms and concepts. But soon, they become chaotic, with words failing to form any coherent meaning at all. It’s as if people try to use reason to combat absurdity, to explain the world that has lost its logic through thought… but all their efforts are in vain, and everything ultimately leads to nothingness.
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On the other hand, Didi’s clarity seems to be another form of luck. He constantly tries to piece together fragments of memories to recall the past—that past which no one else remembers anymore. No one remembers yesterday; only Didi does. Didi fights against the passage of time with his memories, enduring pain yet remaining awake. Gogo, on the other hand, tries to ease the burden of hope, feeling numb but at the same time relaxed. For those around him, time simply doesn’t exist at all—it’s a state of utter absurdity. Dead trees grow leaves, witnessing the changes in the world, but people remain stuck in the same place, cycling endlessly. Didi is aware of the passing of time, but he still remains trapped in the cage of time. All he can do is wait quietly for Gotham to arrive.
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A tree can be dead, or it can still have leaves.
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Waiting can be futile, or it can be a proof of existence.
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Memory can be a burden, or it can serve as a point of reference.
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Absurdity can represent despair, or it can be the beginning of freedom.
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Perhaps in this absurd world, in this meaningless life, there are times when we don’t need to “overcome” the void. Sometimes, simply “continuing” is enough to bring meaning. Just like that tree—between its blooming and withering, that is the answer.
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- Estragon: (after a long silence) What you’re saying is the opposite of what I said, right?
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Fradimir: It’s a matter of temperament.
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Estragon: It’s a matter of personality.
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Fradimir: People are powerless against this.
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Estragon: It’s useless to try anymore.
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Fradimir: One’s nature remains unchanged, no matter how hard one tries to change it.
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The more people I meet, the happier I become. Even when dealing with the most humble people, I feel like I’m gaining new experiences, enriching my knowledge, and able to appreciate happiness in a better way.
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- There is a certain amount of tears that can be shed in this world. When someone in one place starts crying, there must be someone else who stops crying in another place. The same goes for laughter. (He laughs.) Therefore, we shouldn’t speak ill of our time. It isn’t any worse than times in the past. (Silence.) Nor should we speak well of our time either.
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- Without him, my thoughts and feelings would probably always be confined to the trivial and mundane matters of everyday life—things that don’t really matter at all. As for what constitutes the highest form of beauty, goodness, or truth, I truly cannot attain it. I also know that I simply don’t deserve it at all.
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- What exactly is so extraordinary about it? Is it actually the heavens themselves? It’s pale yet bright, just like the sky at any moment during the day. (Loudon) The same sky, in the same direction.
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The lights suddenly dimmed. For a moment, the sky turned dark. The moon rose at the end of the stage, climbing higher and higher, silently scattering silver light across the stage.
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People don’t need us every day. To be honest, people don’t exactly need us that much. Others can also do these things. Even if they may not do them as well as we do, at least they can do them just as well. We just heard a cry for help… It seems like he is sending a message to all of humanity. But right now, at this moment, there are only two humans here: us. Whether we like it or not. We must seize this opportunity, while time isn’t yet too late. Since fate has brought us together among these despicable creatures, let’s at least try to represent them properly. Indeed, when we weigh the pros and cons, we remain worthy of our conditions of existence. A tiger will instinctively run to help its kind. Otherwise, it will flee into the depths of the jungle. But that’s not the issue. What we do here is what we must ask ourselves. We are honored to know the answer to that question. Yes, in this vast chaos, there is one thing that is clear: we are waiting for Gordo’s arrival.
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