Waiting for ChicaGodot
After much pondering and pondering. I decided I would attend the AERA conference in Chicago. My aunt lives there so I don't have to pay for hotel, just airfare.
It has been a conundrum wrapped in an enigma shrouded in a mystery whether I would go or not. There were some factors pulling me to staying. But then I realize I don't have control of the future or my destiny nor what I want in my destiny to move forward so I have to move on and build on what I have.
I guess the problem with waiting (for Godot), is that you always know the answer but you never want to admit that...Or I guess in the case of Godot, you wait for something that may never come, or you may have missed. So in turn you wait, contemplating why you wait and whether it is time to move on.
The problem is: what one is waiting for may be the difference between happiness and not. So the idea that one must leave runs the risk of missing absolute happiness ( in my estimation) or hoping that the happiness one seeks is ahead at not under that tree at the fork in the road, next to the rock.
That being said, when does one move on? When does Vladimir and Estragon leave. In some ways, they never do, the promise is to great.
But I have to... the promise is in my mind and the waiting is all for naught. So I go. One of the things I have found is that when we move on and we look back, we see the world as it was perhaps jaded, perhaps phased or beautiful and as always with me fractured. What we leave behind connects us to the here and now (a theme in Godot). But sometimes the here and now does not want to leave the past. Oh Conundrum!
It has been a conundrum wrapped in an enigma shrouded in a mystery whether I would go or not. There were some factors pulling me to staying. But then I realize I don't have control of the future or my destiny nor what I want in my destiny to move forward so I have to move on and build on what I have.
I guess the problem with waiting (for Godot), is that you always know the answer but you never want to admit that...Or I guess in the case of Godot, you wait for something that may never come, or you may have missed. So in turn you wait, contemplating why you wait and whether it is time to move on.
The problem is: what one is waiting for may be the difference between happiness and not. So the idea that one must leave runs the risk of missing absolute happiness ( in my estimation) or hoping that the happiness one seeks is ahead at not under that tree at the fork in the road, next to the rock.
That being said, when does one move on? When does Vladimir and Estragon leave. In some ways, they never do, the promise is to great.
But I have to... the promise is in my mind and the waiting is all for naught. So I go. One of the things I have found is that when we move on and we look back, we see the world as it was perhaps jaded, perhaps phased or beautiful and as always with me fractured. What we leave behind connects us to the here and now (a theme in Godot). But sometimes the here and now does not want to leave the past. Oh Conundrum!