12 June 2018 - Dear Kitty,

Today's Almanac entry was more about man made fibers.

I couldn't bring myself to write about it again.

Like Seriously

There is only so much I can take or give a flip about.

So instead I went to see what else I could do for this day.

On this day. June 12, 1942

 

 Anne Frank was gifted her diary as a birthday present.

I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to 
confide in anyone, and I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support. 

Anne Frank's diary has become a symbol.

2 days after she received the diary she put in her first entry. 

She would write to her diary and recalled her 13th birthday when she received it and the other presents. It was morning and her parents had her gifts out for her before going to school that day.

She took cookies to share with her classmates.

They played volleyball and gathered in a circle around her to sing "Happy Birthday".

Less than a month later, her family went into hiding.

For two years, in the small space, Anne and her family hid from Nazi officers.

Her last diary entry was 3 days before they were found and arrested. 

She talked about the two "Anne's" in her last entry.

As I've told you many times, I'm split in two. One side contains my exuberant 
cheerfulness, my flippancy, my joy in life and, above all, my ability to appreciate the 
lighter side of things. By that I mean not finding anything wrong with flirtations, a 
kiss, an embrace, an off-color joke. This side of me is usually lying in wait to 
ambush the other one, which is much purer, deeper and finer. No one knows Anne's 
better side, and that's why most people can't stand me. 

In the end, she was a 15 year old girl.

She celebrated her 13th birthday with friends, cookies, and games.

For two years she had to celebrate her next birthdays in hiding.

Reading her diary entries was tough.

I remember what it was like being a girl that age.

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.

But for Anne it was different.

This entry about her feeling the suffering of millions.

She was really wise and brave.

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. In the meantime, I must hold on to my ideals. Perhaps the day will come when 
I'll be able to realize them! 

My take away from reading her entries is that we have to find the light in the dark.

I feel that whenever I feel the chaos around me, I should think like Anne.

Just look up at the sky,

Everything will change for the better.

You can read Anne Frank's diary Here.