"Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful?"

The title seems to be appropriate for my life now. Disclaimer: This is not about depression. This is probably about ennui. Yeah, regular events continue to happen.
But I am waiting for Godot. Ok, I didn't read that play nor intend to. I gather that the summary of the play is that "life is pointless". I don't consider myself qualified to issu such strong statements. But it looks pretty much same now to me.
Yeah, I am aware of things, that can change my present perceptions. But then, I am not in control of those things.
Rain may bring me happiness, but I cannot bring the rain.