One of my favorite plays is Waiting For Godot by Samuel Beckett. Mainly because I connect so with the main characters as they spend day after day waiting for Godot, who by the way never shows. I feel as though I have been living a temporary life until the time when meaning should happen along.
Staring into the sky
Waiting for God
Jesus after His resurrection, during His return and the period he spent teaching the disciples before His ascension at one point asks them why they are standing there looking up into the sky when they should be out in the world spreading the gospel…we struggle and “kick against the pricks” when our purpose is right in front of us.