I am so glad I had mistaken The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzwilliam for On the Road by Jack Kerouac.
For as it turned out, chapter six paved the light into something I have been unable to perhaps comprehend.
''He wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.''
I'm not sure if other people have been able to relate as intimately and profoundly to this statement as I have, but it sure did make an impact to my sense of self.
That feeling of yearning, longing and waiting...and lastly i suppose, hoping?!
I'm still uncertain as to what made this quote a defining point, is it the rawness of something I was searching for to be answered?
Which leads me to the idea that it truly is true that if you search you do find, maybe not directly or even so it may be ambiguous, all in all, you find.
So remember if you knock, are you prepared to be let in or shut out?
Although are we ever ready, for some one to shatter an immensely thick barrier of glass windows we've built for ourselves, to protect what ever it may be we fear may escape leaving us empty?
On a random note,I just watched Julie and Julia, how I loved every minute of it.
So with that I end this first entry with,
Bon Appetit!
