As I finished reading The Awakening, I feared that Edna would never really be free of herself. I also feared that the novel was coming to an end. Reading the last page felt only like a shock, it stung a little. Edna swam off into the ocean, not thinking of anything but the soft touch of the waves and the strength that let her move away from what seemed to be the "reality she was supposed to be living". The shore grew farther away from her, and as she swam, her legs became tired, as well as her hopes and desires, I believe. She sank, as she thought of her family, of Robert and of her young girl memories.
I felt a knot in my throat when I closed the book. I think that this is the dreariest ending I have ever read. I, for some weird reason, believed that Edna would have a happy ending. A great part of me wished and new that she deserved one. But now looking back, I can see that even Edna realized she could never really have what she wanted in the world she lived in. She would never be with Robert, and her desire for him would soon vanish. She would soon find someone else and so on, forever in solitude. "There was no one thing in the world she desired"(212), except Robert, which one day would "melt out of her existence, leaving her alone."(212) There was no path to what she wanted, and she even realized that what she longed was not permanent and therefore she would never be free and accompanied, she would only be in loneliness for the rest of her life.
Edna, without doubt is selfish to some extent. Though, in my opinion, this selfishness in not brought in by herself, but society and her "determined role," has triggered her "extreme" decision making. I agree that she lived an unhappy life and that everything she did before realizing she was being used as a "toy" by society was making her miserable. Robert played a great role in this twist. That is one of the reasons that he is so important to her. As she explores her own desires and contemplations about her past, she also decides to look at the future. Edna feels that she can build her own life and change her path as much as she wants without responsibility. This, to some extent seems childish. Her moral position is constantly challenged by society, as she is continually reminded of her duties and the implications her actions will have on her children, to which she responds that she "would give up [her] life for [her] children; but [she] wouldn't give [herself]"(94). Edna also realizes the real implications that freedom has on her own hopes, and that moving away from her problems only brings new ones. The "independent" idea she has of her own upholding is not compatible with her society. Robert says he loves her, but his feelings are evidently not enough to endure the societal troubles breaking a marriage would bring him. The moral consequences Edna supposedly would be able to surpass are clearly clashed by this important aspect of her dreamed life. Her contemplations of her perfect life are only accompanied by solitude, and self expression is only a small irrelevant part of her existence in this society. Her paintings are a way of expression that she uses constantly to in-frame the people of importance to her, like Arobin, but never seem to have an impact on the world around her.
In the end, Edna goes back to a realization mentioned at the begging of the novel, where she says she felt like "one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.”(67). To me, this is the essence of her life. She is inspired by her freedom, which she cannot use to her satisfaction because she can never share it with the people she wants to, and soon has to awake with the twisted cruelty of her own created reality, which soon had to be ended with the clarity that freedom is determined by the obstacles set forth by yourself, but can be lead away by unreasonable dreams brought forth by impossible love and childish inspirations that bring you back to the beginning. I think that, after all, Edna's freedom imprisoned her own passions, and drowned her hopes which were built on an unstable base of irrational love and fake impressions.
Perambulations (130): to walk through, about, or over; travel through;traverse.