The Green Light

I watched, from the bushes, Mister George Wilson stumble up to the pool with a crazed expression on his face, and his fingers wrapped around the grip of a handgun. He fired a bullet into Gatsby as he was floating on an air mattress in his pool. It was horrible to see the end. Was it George Wilson that killed Gatsby, though? That's what I am wondering. It's like asking if it was me who smothered Thomas Anderson II, and then dismembered his head and hands from his body. No, it wasn't me, it was him! They did it to themselves.

Gatsby's love for Daisy might have been for shallow reasons.. For the stigma attached to 'having' someone that is desired by others, with a large house, and an influential family. It wasn't until he pursued the goal did it start to crack apart in front of his eyes, but he refused to let himself see it. At night Gatsby stood and looked across the water at the green light, the green light that kept him going. He got closer to that light, until he was standing on their lawn until four in the morning, until he saw that light go out. That is when it was over.

I exhaustedly took a seat on a lawn chair and just stared at the gruesome scene before me. Wilson's crippled body on the concrete, and Gatsby's peaceful, empty body floating in the pool. It was so surreal, I just had to sit down and contemplate... Maybe I'm a little morbid.

The green light had gone out, and soon after Gatsby's own life blood was pouring out of his body on to the mattress and into the pool. I guess he wasn't able to accept that his dream was over.

So maybe it is a futile cause to try to elevate yourself to another class, to try to pursue your life's goals. That's a scary thought..

It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die. -Hunter S Thompson

And that's what it's all about folks. Thomas would make you think that we should all just live with what we're given. and I quote, from Nick himself: "A sense of the fundemental decencies is parcelled out uneually at birth" (Page 1)

I don't think we need to be content with what we're given. Whats the point of living if you can't feel alive? Dreams are still out there for us to achieve, money is out there to be made, just don't make the mistake that Gatsby did, and let it blind you. You can always strap your life to your back, and make that final leap over the edge into the untamed world, for the good or ill. And who knows, you might just make it.

As for me, I'm moving to New Zealand before the police catch on to what I've done here. I'm tired of being a manservant for these animals. The first thing I'm going to do is buy a jackhammer so I can chisel my way through the alien society, so I can smell the exotic smells, so I can eat the foreign food, so I can mingle with the locals... So I can step up to the mothership and force my way inside.