the absurd null

i have been quoting samuel beckett lately, and that's not merely because he's one of my favourite play writers (after i've been given the chance to see end game and waiting for godot plays a couple of years ago, both remarkable in every way). it's because of what he wrote - the absurd. like having one guy who can't see or move ruling over a guy who can see and move, but can't disobey, as if bound to the other by a somewhat absurd link. or having two guys eternally waiting on a field for someone named godot, who never shows up, and who they would be unable to recognize. while endgame's action, apparently, takes place in one single day, waiting for godot spans for two; but they seem to take place forever in both the past and the future. and so is the absurd - the non-sense of an endless situation who could be over if only one of the parts had the will to do so.

the thing is, with both plays beckett caught the essence of life - the absurd of lacking will to move, because there's no other place to go, even though we deeply hate the place where we're stuck. the knowledge that we walk, every single day, towards our doom, and as unavoidable as it seems we don't even try to challenge it. to change. to make things better. to give a meaning to something as meaningless as only life can be. we see the end, we know what's going to happen, and yet we stay, unchanged. weak ruling over the strong, and waiting endlessly for who won't show up to change our lives and give us a reason to stay here.

we may argue that we are free, but we are mere peons waiting to be overtaken by a black king.