I’m a little late to the Gatsby party (the DiCaprio film version, not the novel). I watched it this weekend and have to admit that it made me fall in love the book even more, it gave me a deeper understanding of the characters and the story. Granted, I still detest Tom and Daisy, I still pity and admire Gatsby, and I’m still thankful to Nick for sharing everything he saw.
The past does, in many ways, dictate our plans for the future. It’s an anchor, a point of reference, a way to see how far we’ve come or how much we’ve changed. Plans, dreams, goals, they all stem from something that happened before, something or someone who showed us what we want. I believe in reflection, in reminiscing, and in memories. I believe in growth and change and getting everything you want. I believe in stepping back and looking at your life from the outside in order to gain perspective (just like Nick).
I believe in choices and options, and weighing them based on importance. I believe that if you’re hopeful, if you keep reaching out towards your dream, eventually you’ll be able to grasp it. That green light pulsating in the distance, that heart beat staring back at you, you’ll hold it in the palm of your hand — just don’t ask too much of it.