Samuel Beckett - Waiting for Godot

Vladimir and Estragon (hereinafter referred to as Didi and Gogo) spend their meaningless days waiting for Godot. Will he come today? Should we go home for now? What if Godot comes while we're gone? Then let's wait here a little longer. Godot never comes. The entire time I was reading the book, they were just waiting. It was a thin book, but reading it was a bit arduous. It wasn't because I didn't understand the sentences or because it was overly philosophical. It was simply that the act of waiting was difficult for me. (After all, a book is something you walk through with the narrator.) What is Godot to me? What is Godot to you? What exactly is it that ties our feet? While waiting for Godot, If you're interested in existentialism, I think it's worth a read. Like The Stranger before it, I read both in middle school, but rereading them in high school gives a new perspective.