night
i did not go into work today. i wanted to stay home. my last day is friday and then i have four days to rest before i start a new job. i need to be doing something productive today. but anything creative is alluding me. i have never been so tired. i started the morning with a cup of coffee and a book. this is no ordinary book. "night" by elie wiesel. i am lost in the despair of the words. i can not put the book down. i had to make myself. i have to get on with my day. how could people be treated that way? how can anyone read this book and not feel unworthy of our freedom. freedom that the people before us fought for. we do not know what it is like to live in captivity by another human being. we have freedom of choices now that we don't bother to make. some of us probably have gone through something unbearable and make the comment "just like a nazi concentration camp." how dare we compare anything we have gone through to be remotely like what the 16 year old boy who lived through the hell that was bestowed upon the jews in germany in 1933? i wish i was reading "mary poppins"
i have to get up and do something with the rest of this day. i am starting to feel this book too much. i hope when i am through i will have learned some "life lesson" because right now i am deeply ashamed of my whining complaining self. the sun is shining but i feel "night" in my soul. thanks alot, oprah.
i have to get up and do something with the rest of this day. i am starting to feel this book too much. i hope when i am through i will have learned some "life lesson" because right now i am deeply ashamed of my whining complaining self. the sun is shining but i feel "night" in my soul. thanks alot, oprah.