Writer’s Quote Wednesday // Anne Frank

Hello friends and welcome to Writer’s Quote Wednesday, a weekly event hosted by Colleen at Silver Threading. Each Wednesday bloggers share their very favorite quotes to inspire and motivate each other to keep writing and working toward our goals. My contribution is from the famous diarist, Anne Frank.

Annelies Marie “Anne”, born on June 12th, 1929, was a German-born Jewish girl from the city of Frankfurt. She spent most of her life in or near Amsterdam, in the Netherlands. In 1942, when Anne was just 13 years old, her and her family, and four friends, hid from the Nazis in the attic of her father’s office during the German occupation in World War II. It was in those two years of hiding in that attic that she wrote in her “cardboard-covered notebook, bearing the proud name ‘diary'”, which she had received as a birthday gift.

On the morning of August 4th 1944, after receiving an anonymous tip, the German police stormed the office and found the Franks and their friends. They were arrested, held, interrogated, and then shipped to concentration camps, specifically, Auschwitz. The source of the information that led the authorities to raid has never been identified. In the end the only member of her family to survive would be her father, Otto. After the war ended Otto returned to Amsterdam and was given Anne’s diary by one of the women who had helped hide them, Miep Gies.

Otto edited and submitted his daughter’s diary for publication. It wasn’t easy at first but eventually his efforts resulted in  publication and Anne becoming one of the most discussed Jewish victims of the Holocaust. She became the voice for many who suffered during that time. She became the voice who would teach many young children of the atrocities that occurred in a way that they could understand and identify with.

She is one of the greatest authors of the 20th century.

Because paper has more patience than people.

— Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

I don’t know anyone who hasn’t heard of Anne Frank. I think that is a good thing. I’ve always imagined that because of her the world is a better place. I like to think that she has some part in the fact that nothing quite like the Holocaust has happened again. I like to think that we are all more aware of just how bad it all was because we read her diary and she made us really feel what it was like for her and her family. She made us love her too and through that love we cared more about her fate. Through that love we felt real pain at learning her fate and that of all the victims of the Holocaust.

I hope that kids in middle and high school are still reading her book.

I chose the quote because while I do have dreams of writing for a living and spending my days holed up in my home office/library writing books people will love to read, I do wonder if that isn’t why I write at all. Some days I get the feeling that writing is just a very good friend to me and that is why I can’t stop.

Writing is there for me when I am sad and when i am happy. Writing can hold events from the past and all my hopes for the future. Writing is never irritated with me no matter how much I go on. Writing doesn’t lose interest because I go off on a tangent or because I have trouble explaining something they way I mean to. Writing never interrupts or tells me “not now”. When I have nothing and no one I will have my writing. Whether I realize my dream or end up homeless and hopeless, I will have writing.

I kept diaries and journals as a teenager too. Writing is, after all, the perfect confidant and will keep all of your secrets. I wrote about feeling confused and sad and alone. I wrote about the things I couldn’t tell anyone about and I felt so much better for it. I wonder sometimes if writing is what got me through all those hard years. In my early twenties me and writing grew apart briefly. I wasn’t so confused or sad or alone and I didn’t know what to write about anymore.

This blog is a sort of return to that kind of writing. Like the page this place on the internet is patient with me. I write here when, and what, I need to and I feel better when I do. My friendship with writing grows everyday and by now we feel like old friends greeting each other a little more easily every time we meet.

I do still keep a paper journal, when I remember to that is. I use it to record more private thoughts, or things that no one else would possibly care about. Every time I do I still get that same feeling, the rush of thoughts coming faster than I can write, the relief at having got something off my chest, and the fear, and the hope, that someday someone will read my private thoughts. I love it.

I’ll never understood why so many people don’t keep journals.

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If We Were Having Coffee

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If we were having coffee I would tell you that this week has been long and I am tired. I would tell you that things aren’t going so well for me at work. Nothing seems to be going right and I am feeling a bit burned out on it all. I didn’t get the driver I wanted, I didn’t get the route I wanted, the route I did get has changed for the worst. I am working long hours, much longer than I am getting paid for. I am bored and sad a lot of the time and now that Chardonnay is busy all day I have been feeling a bit alone. I would tell you that I hate that I feel like that.

I think I am making her feel bad about her new position. I don’t mean to and I never thought I would be one of those women who makes their partner feel bad for working hard. She is stressed and she misses me as much as I miss her and making her feel bad about it doesn’t fix anything. We need to make sure the time we are spending together is quality time. We need more communication and we both have to be patient and understanding of the other. We are having a rough time right now but nothing we can’t handle. We just need to get used to a new schedule and a bit less time spent together.

I would tell you that there is a bit of a silver lining to all of this. With Chardonnay busy all the time and me in no mood to interact with people around me I have found a lot of time to get other things done. I am reading more and teaching myself math and science. I missed so much in school and it has been both very exciting and very frustrating to teach myself all the things I missed out on. The stuff I have finished so far are things I already knew, or once knew and forgot. This week I move on to learn things I was never taught.

I would probably refill my coffee at this point, lots of sugar, lots of creamer. I would tell you I am also trying to find some philosophy lectures to watch. I am pushing myself to learn more and more about as many subjects as I can. I’m not sure exactly what the end game is. I’m not why I am doing all this but I just have this drive to learn everything I can. I want to have a basic (or better) knowledge of all subjects. I think this way I can find out what my passion really is and I can start thinking about what kind of career I want. I am unhappy at my current job and I want to leave but I won’t unless I find a job I love and I think that means going back to school and getting a degree.

I would tell you that for the most part I am doing ok. I am worried about getting depressed but I am holding on. I would ask you for advice but I bet you wouldn’t have any to give. This is something I have to figure out for myself. I have to learn how to be alone and how to cope with my feelings again without Chardonnay around to help me. I have to figure out how to be happy on my own and I have to move forward. I have to find my own happiness too. I would say all of this and still not know what to do though. That is the hard part, we all know what we should do but we don’t know exactly how to do it.

I would ask you how you were doing. I would say I hope everything is going well and that if things weren’t I am here to listen to you too. I would ask you if you needed anything, if there was any way I could help and I would hope you would tell me if there was. I would drink the last of my coffee, the sugary part that collects art the bottom. I would thank you for the coffee and tell you this was nice. I would tell you to have a good day and a good rest of the week. I would say we should get together like this more often. I would walk you out and wish you good luck.

Thank you to Gene’O for the inspiration, and for making this a community thing. I really enjoyed writing it. :)