waiting for godot is such a gorgeous play in of itself, but when you consider that estragon and vladimir are totally fucking it becomes so much better.
life was hopeless and death is inevitable, so they found solace in one another- the only people around. young and naive, they were probably barely adults. if the one other person sitting there, endlessly waiting with you is the only person who can even pretend to understand how you feel, you stick with them. no matter how miserable they are together, it's better than being miserable alone. their love for one another is real, but so is their resentment and their tire. they want nothing more than to care for the other, but the same codependent cycles their in grow on their waning bodies.
they're the only thing to stop each other from offing themselves, carried by the hope of whoever is inspired enough to proudly proclaim 'another day.' they want to die to get away from each other, but if they're away from each other, what will they do? their lives have been centered around two things, and they won't have to wait when they're dead. how can you possibly go on without the one thing tethering you to some semblance of sanity? how can you go on without that same person who wants to drag you down into nothingness?
they never got the opportunity to find someone who mattered to them, so they made do with who they could. and look where that got them; aimlessly codependent and unable to live but also unable to die. to estragon, it's all vladimir's fault. to vladimir, it's all estragon's fault. but to estragon, vladimir is a stable figure in the world that changes as it repeats. to vladimir, estragon is something to focus his energy onto.
they're the only thing that could possibly matter to each other, and they want nothing more than to get away from each other.
