Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Don't Be An Amoeba
A girl in my English tut called Samuel Beckett, the author of Waiting For Godot, “the most successful serial killer ever.” This was because she found the book extremely depressing. For those that don’t do English 1, Godot is about two tramps who wait by a tree for the said Godot who never arrives. It is supposed to be, according to Professor Sue Marais, a comment on the meaningless of man’s existence. By now, you must be totally in agreement with the girl in my tut. The point I want to make is that our existence is not meaningless at all. We could have been born tiny amoebas on the planet Zortex twenty million galaxies from here. It is actually more probable considering physicist Stephen Hawking has proven that we live on a very average star. Science aside, I think that one needs to find their niche in life because even if you don’t believe that you have one, you do. Life has meaning everywhere if you just look a little closer and appreciate your place in the world. I’m not saying you have to be a maniacally happy sunshine twin but take time to celebrate your life and its meaning. George Bernard Shaw (and I am very sorry I am quoting so many dead old guys) said on his deathbed that he wished we were kinder to each other. I think that by being kind to yourself, you can be kind to others. Tomorrow’s Wednesday so go out with your friends, have fun and appreciate your life and everything in it.
Labels: ameoba, appreciation, Godot, life, sunshine