Breakeven

As I finished reading Waiting for Godot, I couldn't help thinking about how pathetic the lives of these two characters were. Their actions, their thoughts, their words - are all completely pointless. They had spent their entire lives waiting for someone that would never come, and hoping against hope that he would make it.

"Vladimir: Say, I am happy

Estragon: I am happy.

Vladimir: So am I.

Estragon: So am I.

Vladimir: We are happy.

Estragon: We are happy. (Silence) What do we do now, now that we are happy?" (pg. 66)

Vladimir and Estragon convince themselves that they are happy, much in the same way we do quite often. We claim that we are happy with our lives, with our society and our way of life, but is this all just some kind of artificial happiness? People say that once you settle down, get your own place, get married and have children, you will truly know what happiness means, but do we feel this way because we are supposed to or is it what really makes us happy? is there a difference?

I was able to connect the ending of this play with the song Breakeven by The Script. O'Donoghue sings "just praying to a god that I don't believe in". Isn't this what Vladimir and Estragon are doing? they are waiting for someone that they don't even know exists. the same thing happens with us and our concept of God. We believe that he will someday make his appearance and solve all of the issues of humanity, but where is the proof? Haven't we waited enough already?