I’m supposed to be studying, but here I am falling into another existential crisis. This time, I’m getting out faster than usual, and I’m going to talk about it rather frankly.
Jay Gatsby is a vastly rich man, deeply-rooted in the conventional twenties’ America, when lavishness and conceit are the only merchandise being traded, where partying and drinking are the only ethical practices that people seem to be interested in—at least in West Egg, where most of the residents belong to a delicate bourgeois class.
So.. my first year in pharmacy school is over. I’ve repeated this sentence to myself, in my head, in all sorts of tones and voices. One truth is undeniable. I feel indescribably relieved.
The concept of growing up has been evolving in my head recently, with a lot of changes occurring constantly, in my personality and mindset and ideology... It is both mindblowing and equally terrifying.
If I loved this book for one reason, it was the fact that there was no sugar-coating. The author was not into the business of saying that she was a hero or that she won and beat grief once her brother was gone and restful. She was achingly honest...
The great thing about the human mind, what stimulates and motivates it to function and what doesn’t, is that while a stimulus is present, it is living in complete illusion, with complete disregarding of facts. Once the stimulus is removed, it can see facts clearly, and realizes that most of what it has been imagining and planning for is nothing but a mere dream.
“Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.” For a long time I saw this quote everywhere. For a long time I believed in it. Made it my daily mantra. Took it upon myself to do whatever it is in my power to get to what sets my soul on fire.
The thing with this novel is that it received so much media coverage, plus the series adaptation, that one does not really feel at ease saying that they didn’t like it or didn’t approve much to it... so if you’re looking for a review to tell you whether you should read the book or not, I’m terribly sorry that I won’t be the one to provide it for you.