I’m not sure why, but I’ve always been captivated by Anne Frank. To me, she embodies the kind of optimism I try so hard to cling to. Despite being locked in an attic during her coming of age, despite being a victim of one of history’s darkest moments, she still held true to the idea that really the world is made of people who are genuinely good at heart. Whenever I go through tough times, I try to remember that even when faced with the holocaust she believed in the goodness of humanity.
Sometimes I feel like maybe I’m just a little too naive when it comes to believing in people. I always say to myself “we’re safe here” or “nothing bad is gonna happen” and then when I’m wrong, it’s a devastating feeling. Read the rest of this entry
I always try to use my blog as a way to find the silver linings in the clouds of life. I always try to look on the bright side. But there are times when I feel like no matter how deep I look, I can’t seem to find the bright side. Sometimes, you can put all of your effort, all of your focus, all of your resources, and all of your heart into something, and it might still fall apart… that’s just the way life goes.
Two years ago, right at Christmas, I wrote a post about my son’s beloved Boxer, Max, and how I seemed to have jinxed him with my sarcastic outburst. He’s been dead for nearly two years, and still my son reminds me that he’s lost his dog, and even though we live in a zoo with four dogs and two cats and some turtles and some fish and a few birds and a rabbit, life just wasn’t the same for Dylan without his dog.
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