I’ve spent the better part of my weekend reading the diary of Anne Frank. I’d read about it back in my school days but I’d never actually read it before, until now.. and my god, I was completely blown away. That little girl had such a talent for writing, insight and self expression. It was a touching and emotional read for me but I now understand why her words have echoed so loudly through history and why they will continue to for generations to come.
It’s truly incredible to me that such funny little girl, a “bundle of contradictions” by her own description, left her fingerprint on the world in the most beautiful way through one of the darkest times humankind has ever known. It boggles the mind to consider what a mere 15 years of life can accomplish with a pen and some pieces of paper, but it also inspires the spirit and has managed to (at least temporarily) revive my own waning hope in humanity.
I haven’t been happy at all with my circumstances lately. A storm of “bad luck” has managed to change me in ways that are not all good, but then, it always seems that way while you’re still in the middle of the storm. It isn’t until you look back one day down the road that you realize how far you’ve come and how much stronger you are, in spite of all the ugliness that the hard times managed to draw out of you during the low points.
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