On a recent work trip to Melbourne my colleague was searching for some in-flight reading and purchased on a whim a long time favourite classics - The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It prompted me to remember one of my favourite quotes:
"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic furture that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms faster...And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
General literary consensus seems to paint Gatsby as a somewhat sad figure who had a romantic and idealistic dream, one that the more he reached after, seemed farther away. Instead, I like to think that even when hope is lost and our dreams have eluded us we continue to pursue, to dream and to reach and one day we achieve those idealistic dreams.
No comments:
Post a Comment