I’ve logged more experience than most with simplicity and the complexity you discover inside simplicity, minimalism and asocial behavior, endurance and landscape.
Here is the truth: I think some deep wisdom inside me (a) sensed the stress, (b) was terrified for me, and (c) gave me something new and hard to focus on in order to prevent me from lapsing into a despair coma — and also to keep me from having a jelly jar of wine in my hand.
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I’d forgotten what an inspiration Anne Frank’s diary [Dog-Eared Page, June 2019] was to me when I was about her age. I remember thinking how I could never have been as brave as she was, and being sad that she hadn’t survived. My mother gave me Frank’s book after I learned about the Holocaust in school, where they showed film footage of what the soldiers found during the liberation of the death camps. The shock of finding out what hatred and genocide really meant changed me forever.