Broken Down Godot



Tim: “What are we waiting for again?”

Gus: “Godot, man, we are waiting for our own, personal Godot.”

Tim: “Who’s Godot?”

Steve: “Didn’t you read Samuel Beckett’s book in high school? The one where people are waiting for God – or in this case, Godot.”

Miko: “I hated that book. Total nonsense. It’s literally much ado about absolutely nothing.”

Gus: “I don’t know. I thought so at first, but after finishing the book, it did make me feel like…weirdly introspective somehow. Like, it did something to my psyche. It made me look at things, the things I do, why I do things. You know? It does make you think about life or better how we live life.”

Tim: “How can a book about nothing mean something?  Maybe I simply dozed off when the book was discussed in class. Doesn’t sound like anything I’d open a book for. I am having a hard time as it is to read anything. Not a reader.”

Miko: “Well, then, this book ain’t gonna make you one, for sure. So why are we here wasting breath on some lame ass literary device that probably was just the author’s way of telling his audience: look how smart I am. I can write a book about absolutely nothing happening.”

Gus: “Well, we are all four hanging out after class every day anyway, pretty much doing nothing. I thought maybe we could introduce some metaphysical being into the mix, see if maybe we come up with stuff, with a reason for why we should wait for anyone, any superior being.”

Tim: “Sounds boring. How can four kids begin to understand the workings of the universe? Why even bother? It’s like trying to fill the empty minute with meaningless chatter. I’d say we hang out at the park and shoot some hoops. The mind is getting way too much attention. We wouldn’t feel nearly as empty and dull if we just did more exercise. Come on, let’s pump in some endorphins.”

Miko: “Gus, what exactly did you have in mind? Did you think that by us focusing on a deity, or some shit, there would be an apparition, like we are playing the Ouija board and wait if something moves? It’s a metaphorical wait that these people in the novel engage in. Us sitting in your mom’s backyard has nothing to do with it. I agree with Tim. It’s a pointless exercise getting us nowhere.”

Steve: “I don’t know, may be a good idea to look a bit deeper. It seems like all we are engaged in these days is avoidance therapy, endless distractions, numbing whatever is ailing us, alienating ourselves from the things that we find unacceptable. Maybe this waiting will bring us face to face with shit we gotta face at some point.”

Tim: “See, this is where I disagree. Why do we need to face shit anyway? Life is short and shitty enough as it is. Why do we need to martyr our stupid little brains over something that we can’t possible get into our tiny little heads? It’s a crazy task, if you ask me. This book, this Samuel, whatever his last name was, is just trying to pass time and sound important.”

Gus: “You didn’t even read the book, Tim. I don’t think you can flat out dismiss something you haven’t even laid eyes on, or maybe in your case, slept through. ‘Cause I don’t believe that your school didn’t have this book as required reading. It’s almost like a Salinger, man, a rite of passage. Gotta have a brush up with Godot before you turn 18 and move out, and we are about to be adults, which means making decisions on our own.”

Miko: “I think the book is actually, to a degree, stirring up part of the argument that Steve’s making. It does make you wonder what the wait’s all about. Why even bother? It’s like we are all hoping that there is more to life than this, that there is some grand design or purpose, but maybe, it’s bullshit to spend time thinking about it and picking it apart. Maybe what the book was actually saying is that instead of engaging in navel gazing, or rather star gazing, we should go out there and live our lives, hell, why not shoot hoops?”

Steve: “ I believe that we are not supposed to know the answer. It’s the beauty of this planet we’re living on to be only slightly aware of what’s out there, of the immensity of space, of what our role’s supposed to be in the universe. I say, live the mystery and while you’re at it, live it up right. I love the quote by da Vinci, about how a well lived life brings happy death. Thinking only makes us sad.”

Tim: “You got it. When has thinking about imaginary things ever led to a breakthrough? We can sit here all our lives waiting for this goddamn Godot and the Dude, unless it’s a woman, never shows up. Man, if I were him, I’d make it a cosmic joke by watching us and purposefully not reveal myself. Let them sweat, let them doubt, let them rile against me and then turn against each other. I don’t think that’s the way to call on some supernatural force to reveal itself.”

Gus: “See, that’s some interesting shit we just started discussing. I am not saying that we will solve the mysteries of the known and unknown universe, but it wouldn’t hurt us to maybe work out our brains once in a while. Normally, we are either stoned out of our minds, or we are shooting hoops until past sunset and we are too tired and sweaty to even consider concentrating on homework. I don’t know, but this book left me with questions, with the idea that there is more to life than this. In a way, I am thinking about the idea that instead of living on a horizontal plane, just going through the motions, maybe there is a vertical dimension that would intensify our experiences, make it more gritty, more dramatic, more passionate.”

Steve: “Man, this book really did a number on you. Look at Gus, getting all philosophical and mystical on us. Did you watch “Dr. Strange” too and now you are wondering what your unlocked potential could look like? I mean, Godot, is just a concept, it’s not an actual person or even a deity. I think that it represents something deeply personal and therefore interchangeable depending on who is reading the book. Maybe that’s what the author wanted. For us to probe a bit deeper. It’s not that we need to wait for a God to save us, but maybe it’s about unlocking our own inner God. For, aren’t we all Gods?”

Miko: “What did you smoke today, Steve? Speaking of smoking, I am sure after smoking out, you’ll find that you are God and that you are waiting on yourself, and then you’ll get mad because of all the time you spent hoping for someone else to appear, when in fact you only had to show up for yourself. Now, that would make me so fucking mad.”

Tim: “Guys, what are we doing? Are we really going to talk about this Godot character or are we going to get off our fat asses and maybe play some basketball? Look, listening to you guys, and believe me, I wish I had had something better to do than listen to that crock o’ shit, it looks like Godot is something different to Miko than it is to Gus, and so be it. Come on, there is no point thinking so much. Too much thinking is not good. That’s when you stop moving and become depressed and shit. That’s not how you get a smokin' body and a girl to go with it. We are 17 years old and complete douches, let’s be honest, so the chance of some uber Human to come down and talk to us, is zilch. Not gonna happen, so why pout about it? Let others solve whatever needs solving, and maybe, most likely, nothing needs solving.”

Gus: “Tim, that was the most I’ve heard coming out of your mouth, in like ever. Well done. See, Godot is already working on you. Guys, look, this is our last year of high school. After that, who knows where we’ll be, what we’ll do. I think it’s cool to not only do stuff but also talk some shit out. I know guys are not supposed to do that kind of stuff, it’s girly and boring, but maybe not so. I, for one, like this convo we’ve been having. Doesn’t mean shit changes on the outside, but I feel I got to know you a bit better.”

Steve: “And we did it without weed, imagine that. I think I see where Gus is going with this. We spend all this time together but we don’t really know each other. It doesn’t hurt to spit out some thoughts and ideas once in a while. If anything, it makes our friendship stronger. I think that that’s probably what waiting for Godot does to you. You either build a bridge to reach other people or the bridge you thought you had with friends just falls away. It’s almost like a barometer that tells you whether you are hot or cold.”

Miko: “Hot or cold? Hot or cold on what?”

Gus: “Hot or cold when it comes to the friends you choose. You know, how they say that going on vacation with friends tells you if they are true friends. It makes or breaks the friendship? So maybe Godot does that too. It brings out what’s normally not being said, what’s being kept under wraps. “

Tim: “I am yawning, do you see that? I don’t care about what you’re thinking, dude. I really don’t care. Come on, enough of this blabber bullshit. Let’s go, it’s almost sunset and I wanna get some sweat going before I go home for some food. Up, up, let’s go.”

Gus: “I guess that’s the most we could squeeze out of ‘em today, Steve. All right, first one at the field can pick his partner. Go!”