What is life?
What is life? I think so this is the biggest question that hits the man's head without any precise answer. Life is not about religion, not about science... Everyone has opined in their own way from philosophers to scientist to sportsmen to writers... If we ask the same question to a businessperson he/she might say life is a struggle and life is money, again if we ask the same question to a philosopher he/she might answer; life is knowledge and so on... But what life really is? Still there's no precise answer for it. Once Robert Frost was questioned how do you define life? He answered - I have only three words for life i.e. life goes on.
Up to now I haven't seen a real meaning in my own life too. Every time I try to analyze on this question, absurdist philosophy hits me harder than any other philosophy. If I was to be asked the same question then I would simply answer it -" My life has only one meaning that is meaningless." Waiting for Godot an absurdist novel by Samuel Beckett has been able to depict metaphorically how a human lives its life. Godot has been metaphorically depicted as a peace, which human strives like a donkey and waits through out his life in vain. The person waiting for Godot is asked numerous questions; who is Godot? He doesn't know, how does he look like? He doesn't know, is he really coming? Some say so but I actually don't know. Vanity of earthly greatness has depicted how great works of great people ends up. Sword of Charlemagne has rusted now, which once threatened the world, bust of Julius Caesar has broken, who once ruled an empire...What do we posses in actual sense? And the answer is simple we don't posses anything not even our greatest wealth lets not go far we don’t even posses our own body.
I asked the same question to numerous intellectuals, friends, teachers... as I simply didn't have any answer for it. But their answer never did satisfy my question. I would be very happy person if anybody can give a satisfactory answer for this question to me. Up to now life for me is nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, and it’s awful! As said by Samuel Beckett.
Milan Gurung (Freeman)
Up to now I haven't seen a real meaning in my own life too. Every time I try to analyze on this question, absurdist philosophy hits me harder than any other philosophy. If I was to be asked the same question then I would simply answer it -" My life has only one meaning that is meaningless." Waiting for Godot an absurdist novel by Samuel Beckett has been able to depict metaphorically how a human lives its life. Godot has been metaphorically depicted as a peace, which human strives like a donkey and waits through out his life in vain. The person waiting for Godot is asked numerous questions; who is Godot? He doesn't know, how does he look like? He doesn't know, is he really coming? Some say so but I actually don't know. Vanity of earthly greatness has depicted how great works of great people ends up. Sword of Charlemagne has rusted now, which once threatened the world, bust of Julius Caesar has broken, who once ruled an empire...What do we posses in actual sense? And the answer is simple we don't posses anything not even our greatest wealth lets not go far we don’t even posses our own body.
I asked the same question to numerous intellectuals, friends, teachers... as I simply didn't have any answer for it. But their answer never did satisfy my question. I would be very happy person if anybody can give a satisfactory answer for this question to me. Up to now life for me is nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, and it’s awful! As said by Samuel Beckett.
Milan Gurung (Freeman)
