Allow me to introduce you to the first real story of strength. Mine has nothing on hers. A book I read so much it was confiscated many times until I'd get my other work done. A book my mother showed me through her own strength was worth fighting to keep on the school's shelves when they threatened to censor my school's library. A book that still intrigues me. Still makes me weep. Still makes me wonder how the world we live in could be so cruel. A book that made me appreciate what I had and have. A book that opened my eyes to the world outside of myself.
Diary of Anne Frank
"It’s a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.
It’s utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death. I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness, I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too, I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more" - July 15, 1944
And while my sufferings and life have in no way been as traumatic as hers, I still hold out the hope too, Anne, that when I look up at the sky everything will change for the better. Somewhere, somehow, he sees it too and in that brief moment the world is a little less cruel of place to exist.
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