Some days ago I watched on tv a movie inspired by Anne Frank journal. I had forgotten about how much I like it, when I read it. I did like it because I felt very similar to her. I used to be a journal writer as well (Niki was the nickname of my imaginary reader). As Anna, I used to think most people could not understand me. I felt trapped, not in a clandestine shelter, but in the condition of “willing to be something different from what I was meant to be”. I didn’t want to be the same as my schoolmates, I wanted to live differently than most of the people. And maybe I did, but the price was high.
Anna’s journal is so powerful and interesting, not because it’s an incredible story about the jewish persecution during nazim, or at least not only for that reason. It is about being a girl/woman, and being too young while thinking as an adult. It’s about great expectations of changing, going off the beaten path. To me it is hard to believe that such words were written by a young girl in 1944, and they are still alive, still true today (at least for me):
I don’t want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death!
Where there’s hope, there’s life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.
Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don’t know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!
As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?
I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.