There's something about that green light that affects 'ol Gatsby so much. Something about Daisy too. He always looks from West Egg to East Egg with the water separating him from her. All he can see is that little green light...
They really do like each other. They were meant for each other, in a way. I mean, Daisy sure isn't perfect. Still, Gatsby looks at her as the greatest thing life has ever given him. Love and the pursuit of happiness, not wealth or social status, is the true American dream... and yet this idea has become so corrupted and mistreated lately. What is the 1920's bringing us?
Now don't get me wrong, I'm truly inspired by Gatsby's pursuance of Daisy, but he's putting her on such a high pedestal that she does not deserve. It's as if reaching his dream is all that matters, despite the unworthiness of it's value. It seems like all life around here is beginning to lose it's value. Everything is changing so quickly. People are forgetting what makes this country so special. Greed blinds even the most humble of men. And yet, for Gatsby, the green light on the other side is just a hope for a better future. It's a hope for a life where Daisy and him can be together. It's a hope for a better future.
