Rising from the Ashes

Jay Gatsby is by far one of America’s greatest fictional characters. As the book begins, he’s this ominous figure that everyone wants to understand through the words written down on the page. He transforms into this desperate man looking for something that’s not there or rather in the past. In the end, I’m sure all of us can agree, “Gatsby didn’t deserve the life he got”. He deserved better. All he wanted was to be loved and wealthy but instead was shot in the back by people he presumed cared for him. The irony is rich.

Maybe we all deserve better than our course of life. Then again, it’s we who ultimately decided whether our actions will carry through or if we are destined to nothing.

Taking a look at Gatsby again, all he had in his youth was a farm in the middle of nowhere.  He brought himself up. Rose out of the ashes to the kingdom in the sky. I mean yes, there was most definitely some shady business going on whether we know it or not. The point is, it takes so much time, effort, and patience to get where we want to be. Our choices, shady or not, all rely on who we trust.

This may or may not be a big subtweet to Daisy, I’m not sure. BUT, what I do understand was that The Great Gatsby took a piece of me and tore it to shreds.   

“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
"Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.”

― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby