What if GODOT Never Comes?

Sometimes, I feel like my whole existence is sponsored by the word “pending.” Pending grades, pending emails, pending opportunities, pending “big life moments.” Honestly, if life had a status bar, mine would be stuck at 73%, frozen, with that annoying little spinning wheel. I’ve always felt like I’m waiting for something. And the funny part is, once that moment comes, there’s always another wait lined up behind it.

I like to joke that I live in the waiting rooms of life. You know, those awkward pauses where you’re not quite where you were, but not where you’re going either? Like when you’ve submitted your assignment but the portal takes three days to update your grade. Or when you’re refreshing your email every thirty seconds, convinced that the “life-changing” message will come only if you stare hard enough at your inbox. Spoiler: it doesn’t.

That’s probably why Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot hits so close to home. His characters wait for Godot. I wait for…well, basically everything. At least they had each other for company; I just have my overthinking brain and my phone’s notification bar (which, let’s be real, lies 90% of the time, “new email” turns out to be spam about ‘exclusive discount’ on kitchen blender).

So what do we do with this endless intermission? Maybe we stop waiting and start moving. Maybe instead of filling the silence with expectation, we build, write, call, risk. Maybe the point was never Godot, or the email, or the miracle, it was what we chose to do while waiting.