What is the conception of man, his existence, death, and the universe in this play. Does it express hopelessness? How to interpret the process of waiting?
As an existentialist play, Waiting for Godot ponders the very questions that cannot be answered by our limited, human capacity. The first is the question of the uncertainty of life. To what point is existence worth its salt? Notice that, aside from the few encounters with different characters in the play, Vladimir and Estragon have had a wasted existence since before the play starts. They have wasted time "waiting". In the waiting, they have perhaps had the same events occur over and over again. What's more, nothing happens.
Estragon: Nothing to be done.
Vladimir: I'm beginning to come round to that opinion.
I get used to the muck as I go along.
Nothing you can do about it.
No use struggling.
One is what one is.
No use wriggling.
The essential doesn't change.
Nothing to be done.