Waiting In Samuel Beckett's Waiting For Godot

Nobody, we say proverbially, likes to wait. However, it is in the act of waiting that one can understand the passage of time in its purest. The concept of waiting is so deeply experiential, that one has to go through the psyche’s experience of the self. My work is to understand this inescapability of pure waiting which is not only limited to the arrival of the awaited. Waiting as a manifestation of existential reality… as something which is lived beyond time. As we meander in and through waiting, we find ourselves traversing the lines between hope and resignation, boredom and desire; the absurd and the meaningful; the futile and the fulfilling.
To my knowledge, before Waiting for Godot, by Samuel Beckett, there has never been a play on waiting. But making this claim is also too much, as the play is not really about anything, not strictly speaking about waiting, certainly not about Godot. Rather, the play enacts, performs, requires waiting (Schweizer, 2005). They just wait. Nothing is left but time. They have become time passing, vessels of time, time’s bodily manifestations. In this indefinite captivity with the object, is time nothing more than duration? (Adorno, 1958)

. . waiting”. The moment before it becomes clear that the play is ending and that Godot would not be coming, one starts to experience a loss. However, the nature of the loss is ambiguous as one does not know who/what Godot is. A continuance of feeling of absence, for that which was never present. And yet, we continue to wait for this arrival. In an attempt to understand the texture of this emotion, I turn to Freud’s conceptualization of the relationship between the subject and the object in