A Luz Verde

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eludes us then, but that’s no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... And then one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

-F Scott Fitzgerald

We struggle to achieve our dreams by both transcending and recreating the past. We never lose optimism for the fture, and yet that future is always one step away. So we continue to move forward, always being pulled back by the past.