Yesterday in the middle of stressing phase in my first
chapter of my thesis, I decided to watch a movie. And I came up with
The Great
Gatsby of a sudden because I remembered that I haven’t watched it yet. And my
first impression is
WHAT THE HELL-GREAT COMBINATION OF TOBEY MAGUIRE AND LEONARDO
DICAPRIO IN ONE SCREENPLAY!
They are such a darling and too hot to be together in a one
screen. Not to mention their acting. they’re the best for sure. The set is also
my favorite. I adore so much the post world war I lifestyle in U.S. They were
classy and so passionate but surely negative to the liquors and the racists
things. But still who doesn’t love to see their glamorous life with those
dazzling dresses, fancy parties with those swingy-jazzy tunes, and the funny-tipsy
dance, those all a great yet terrifying combination. Why is that so? Just
wonder if you get high every night and you just end up with some guy. Well, a
guy it’s fine but what if you end up with someone who’s married. Oh gosh okay
this shouldn’t be typed.
And now, about the story line. Woohoo.
Frankly, I don’t know how but, I do feel what Gatsby
experienced. To reach something
unreachable or to have something that limited, and when you surprisingly got
the chance to reach it or have it in just one step it suddenly puffed up and
gone. The big question is why on earth we have to experience such a pitiful
things like that. I mean what’s the point of us just to be there, right before
the finish line to grasp the thing we crave for but it comes up with nothing?
Is it just for us to watch the thing vanish clearer? If you thought so then you
can blame fate.
But I’m not saying that I agree with the thought and by that
I’m neither disagree with it. Cause for
me that’s all pointless. I mean, we sometimes argue whether things are wrong or
right or it shouldn’t be like the way it is while truthfully world doesn’t
offer such thing as an absolute righteousness. That divine thing is define by
the groups of perfections and finals. Unfortunately the world has zero of them.
Cause none is final. We are not final. Just a mere of a sentence without punctuation.
Ambiguous, blur, and not final.
So why bother? It’s true that our life tends to reach the
final and perfection. But that’s not the only thing and the main purpose of
this life. If you ask me what it is, I will say life is mattered by an act of acceptance.
Why is that so? back again then, cause all things are not final so what we only
can do is to accept all the things.
And Gatsby. Well, I don’t see that he nearly understand about
the idea of acceptance. It’s true that Daisy loved him since and for forever. But
for having her it’s sadly just an illusion. Just like that green light right on
the opposite of his dock. All he could do just seeing it from afar and no matter how much
he stretch his hand to it, it still far away and unreachable.
World is indeed a big stage of comedies. All that insane
thing could happen. So just laugh to it in terms of acceptance. What happened
to Gatsby happened to me as well. And perhaps so do you. To accept such a
pitiful thing is f**king hard and suffering. And I do feel Gatsby that we’re
indeed tipsy by love so the idea to accept that pitiful thing is such a
pathetic deed. So no wonder if he prefer to wait for a call from her till he’s dead.
Cause he never shakes his hand with the acceptance. And so there he was. Drawn
with his own idea of struggling a flawless love.
And how about me? Will I end up just like Gatsby or will I accept
it?
Well..
I guess, I prefer to sit here with a glass of ice tea,
swingy-jazzy tunes, and a show of my own fate then laugh and enjoy at it.
Cause why should I rush to choose which the right deeds to
do? I am not final yet tho. So does the world. I’m accepting all of them by giggles. This world
is just a mere stage of comedies, right?
Why bother? Enjoy! We’re not final yet.
Xx,
T
