So I just got through reading this play (for amusement purposes - it was recommended to me by some people who believed one of my short stories had Beckett-ian influences, but I had never read the guy before).

My initial response is perhaps similar to my initial response to my short story - "What the hell?" I understand what Beckett is emphasizing, but I don't know how to feel about Godot (God). Should I feel hopeful that he will come, or should I despair that he will never come? On one hand we have the increasing absurdity, circularity, and repetition to depress us, and on the other hand we have hopefulness that he will come, symbolized by the small change in the tree's leaves.

What do you guys think about this point? Or the play in general?

http://samuel-beckett.net/Waiting_for_Godot_Part1.html
http://samuel-beckett.net/Waiting_for_Godot_Part2.html