I wondered and keep on wondering if
Godot will ever arrive? Will he/she/it ever arrive, not only in the play, but
in my life? Even though Beckett insists that his play has no near relevance to
God, I do believe the idea of eternity and religion was in the back of his
head. During some lows and highs in my life I come to question God’s existence.
Why do we attribute our wellbeing to His greatness or indeed our failures to
His teachings?
Instead of being optimist like
Vladimir, setting his faith on Godot and knowing that one day he will
understand why he had to wait so long, I think more like Estragon. He keeps on
complaining on time being wasted, waiting and waiting when change is not seen.
God teaches us to let things happen, for in the future we will understand why.
Yet in those times I question if it would not be better to stop the current and
do something different.
As Vladimir and Estragon are waiting their lives
go by without that worthwhile experience we all aim to achieve in life. As
Estragon once suggests in the play they should leave their waiting spot and go
visit the places they have always wanted to. The image above exemplifies my
exact thinking in times when giving up seems right. Time is a constant, getting
old as well the only way to free ourselves is by doing things differently. In
the play, as I interpreted it, Beckett is upon questioning God, doubting how
religious devotees live. Wrapping around that train of thought I shall say: God
or Godot should not be found at the end, but through the journey.
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