School and Work.
Okay, so I'm working. And I'm going to school. It's especially hard b/c I'm starting to get into a lot of coursework for my major. I don't understand anything in Math or Comp class. It's really bad. I am seriously thinking about changing my major. I'm beginning to think that that major isn't my thing. I just don't think logically. I love history, art, drama, music... You know, stuff that you can do with the help of a muse. Too bad you can't really make money off of those things unless you're really extremely talented. I wish. I even thought about being a State Senator or Congresswoman. That'd be cool and I'd be making a difference... Hopefully. I want to do something that will reach out to people. Move them. Make them feel. History impacts us in several different ways because we learn from history. We analyze it, and we try to understand it so that we don't make those same mistakes again. The Arts help us express ourselves, and through our art, we can help others express themselves. Especially through music. You know how when you watch a movie, there's always a song in the movie that plays during scenes? Sometimes in life, certain moments seem like a song, or a movie. I love that.
I love how a moment in history can change someone's life for the better. Sometimes, history reveals situations that mankind is not so proud of. But though the situation may seem severe, modern people do their best to make sure that it doesn't happen again. And they try to do something about it. But even though people try to make sure that it does not happen again... It never makes up for the mistakes of the ones before them. I guess the best example of this is the Holocaust. Actually, I'm reading a book in English right now called NIGHT by Elie Wiesel. It's only 106 pages long. But the book's message and voice has more impact than a book 1,006 pages long. I have read books about the Holocaust before, and to be honest I really don't like reading them. I do not like hearing how horrible humans can be to each other. I feel disturbed, especially if you compare it to modern times, with beheadings, school shootings, and terrorism. You read about this man, who came from a humble town, being sent to the Auschwitz concentration camp. Even as he watched people get beaten or killed, his own father was beaten, he had no reaction to it. It didn't stun him at all, and he seemed to have no emotion left in him. How horrible that must be. To feel nothing. When you read the book, you just can't relate to it, and I hope that no one ever does relate to that kind of anguish. Maybe that's why people thought that the Holocaust wasn't real. Maybe they couldn't believe that people could do those horrible things to each other. That humanity couldn't exist. That compassion could be turned into smoke, like the thousands who were sent to the crematorium.
The first time I read a book about the Holocaust, I cried. Every time I would say the word "hate" - even in the most casual of situations, like how you "hate how hot it is"- you really do not understand the severity of it. You just don't know or realize that hate can start out casually, and then end deadly, even when the dead are very much alive.
I love how a moment in history can change someone's life for the better. Sometimes, history reveals situations that mankind is not so proud of. But though the situation may seem severe, modern people do their best to make sure that it doesn't happen again. And they try to do something about it. But even though people try to make sure that it does not happen again... It never makes up for the mistakes of the ones before them. I guess the best example of this is the Holocaust. Actually, I'm reading a book in English right now called NIGHT by Elie Wiesel. It's only 106 pages long. But the book's message and voice has more impact than a book 1,006 pages long. I have read books about the Holocaust before, and to be honest I really don't like reading them. I do not like hearing how horrible humans can be to each other. I feel disturbed, especially if you compare it to modern times, with beheadings, school shootings, and terrorism. You read about this man, who came from a humble town, being sent to the Auschwitz concentration camp. Even as he watched people get beaten or killed, his own father was beaten, he had no reaction to it. It didn't stun him at all, and he seemed to have no emotion left in him. How horrible that must be. To feel nothing. When you read the book, you just can't relate to it, and I hope that no one ever does relate to that kind of anguish. Maybe that's why people thought that the Holocaust wasn't real. Maybe they couldn't believe that people could do those horrible things to each other. That humanity couldn't exist. That compassion could be turned into smoke, like the thousands who were sent to the crematorium.
The first time I read a book about the Holocaust, I cried. Every time I would say the word "hate" - even in the most casual of situations, like how you "hate how hot it is"- you really do not understand the severity of it. You just don't know or realize that hate can start out casually, and then end deadly, even when the dead are very much alive.