From the Diary of Anne Frank, Pt. 4: I want to go on living…

I want to go on living even after my death.

... and I am grateful to God for giving me this gift of writing

– of expressing all that is in me.

I can shake off everything when I write

– my sorrows disappear.

I can recapture everything.

Perhaps I shall never finish anything ...

it may all end up in the wastepaper basket ...

or burned in the fire.

But I go on with fresh courage.

I think I shall succeed.

It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals

... because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out.

I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death.

I see the world being turned into a wilderness.

I hear the ever-approaching thunder which will destroy us too.

I can feel the suffering of millions.

... and yet ... if I look up into the heavens, I think it will all come right,

and that this cruelty will end ...

And that peace and tranquility will return again.

In the meantime, I must uphold my ideals,

for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.

For in spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart.

Dear Kitty…