Mang Serapio discussion

Last meeting we discussed about Paul Dumol' s  Mang Serapio. It is about a beggar named "Mang Serapio" who is being put in a trial with sentence of blinding hin by piercing his eyes with icepick. He was accused of taking care of a child which not allowed by the federecion. Although he proved himself not guilty since his wife and daughter, both named Sol, are already dead. The witnesses try to insist that there is child even though they did not find one inside the house of Mang Serapio. However, they found a chest wherein a doll is inside it. In the end, the federecion still blinded Mang Serapio because he was using the money of the federecion for taking care of the doll.

I personally like this since I am a fan of theatre plays. Although I find this story extremely weird since it's very hard to read. The pacing is different and complicated. It will have long dialogues then some very short lines. It makes me feel crazy which is somewhat the play is about- insanity. In the story, it was only Mang serapion who is sane enough to reason out well. An insane person perceive themselves as normal people and unaware of their strange behaviours.

The most important leaning that in this discussion is about Theater of the Absurd. It proves to us that life is  pointless. In this kind of play, we are not given moral lessons nor happily ever after. Just like in real life. With all the rules and people go through, how sure are we that there is a gate of heaven welcoming us? Or how sure are we that all the work we do will lead us to successful life?

It made me realize through this play that this is the life itself. Just a life.  Pointless. Therefore, we should create our own meaning of it. To some, it might salvation or finding true love. Others might tell me to do this and that. But who are they know and how crazy are they to dictate all those crap to me. I say, I will do everything that makes me feel everyday alive.

"But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?" - Albert Camus