We die for our dreams

Gatsby was decisive and stupid; his dream lover Daisy was vulgar and ruthless; Daisy’s husband, accordingly, was a total jerk. There are neither admirable characters nor exciting plot at all. It was definitely a masterpiece but wasn’t my cup of tea. As time passed by, I realized that even the same person tended to develop an extremely different opinion towards the very book. Now I read it all over again and I found something deep and thought-provoking about it.Gatsby was described as an arrogant and tasteless businessman who was quite wealthy. He held parties almost every night to gather those so-called rich and genteel people. However, his real purpose was to meet his first lover—Daisy who had already married another rich and famed man. As he wished, he got to meet Daisy and found that she was still in love with him. But he didn’t realize that Daisy wasn’t what she used to be. She was no longer that innocent girl who waited for her lover, full of joy and wishes. In the end, Gatsby died for Daisy, the woman he had loved for lifetime. With little guilt or sorrow, Daisy quickly got rid of the whole mess and moved on smoothly as if nothing has happened, as if there has never been such a man named Gatsby who was in deep love with her and died for her. Gatsby’s love story was filled with cheat and cupidity. The statement that Gatsby and Daisy were in love with each other was merely a misconception. Or rather, they used to be in love for a short period but in the end, time changed everything and true love turned out an absurd lie.