My favorite part of the play, Waiting For Godot:
ESTRAGON: Didi.
VLADIMIR: Yes.
ESTRAGON: I can't go on like this.
VLADIMIR: That's what you think.
ESTRAGON: If we parted? That might be better for us.
VLADIMIR: We'll hang ourselves to-morrow. (Pause.) Unless Godot comes.
ESTRAGON: And if he comes?
VLADIMIR: We'll be saved.
Vladimir takes off his hat (Lucky's ), peers inside it, feels about inside it, shakes it, knocks on the crown, puts it on again.
ESTRAGON: Well? Shall we go?
VLADIMIR: Pull on your trousers.
ESTRAGON: What?
VLADIMIR: Pull on your trousers.
ESTRAGON: You want me to pull off my trousers?
VLADIMIR: Pull ON your trousers.
ESTRAGON: (realizing his trousers are down). True. He pulls up his trousers.
VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we go?
ESTRAGON: Yes, let's go.
They do not move.
Curtain
I only allow myself to laugh at this play otherwise, the storyline is overwhelmingly tragic, especially if you find yourself at a point in your life when you can actually relate to the two main characters, Vladimir and Estragon, who spend a significant amount of time waiting for someone or something named Godot.
The brilliance and depth of the play lies in the faceless and shapeless Godot as she/he/it reminds you of that xyz you too, may be waiting for. In my life, Godot has taken on many forms. Godot has been that answer to a really difficult math problem, the confirmation of a gut feeling, a return phone call from a friend, a reciprocation of love, a sale, a big break, a sadness to pass. Godot is cruel because the importance of him is directly tied to your hopes and as you wait for him to show his face, what looms over your is the ever growing uncertainty that makes you question why you keep standing there. So, I ask myself:
Does waiting make you or break you?