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About a week ago, I finished reading Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl for the first time. I have to say how impressed I am with the type of journal she kept. This is a girl that was only 13 years old when she began writing and 15 when she was captured in the Secret Annex and her diary ends.
For a girl of 13, she wrote with the understanding of an adult. I suppose she had to grow up fast due to the situation in which she found herself. Her entries were so detailed and really explained what was going on in her life. She certainly endured more than what I could put up with on a good day!
The reason I'm writing this is because I think my journal writing stinks in comparison. I write every day, but it mostly consists of a few things I did with an "...and I am tired so I'm going to bed." I know I need to write more about my feelings and how I deal with my everyday situations, but I just haven't done it. Every once in awhile I will write those type of things, but I haven't made time for it.
To make this shorter, what I'm saying is that I think I can take a lesson from Anne and take the recording of my life more seriously. Anne certainly had a life she wouldn't have chosen for herself (at least the frustration and fear), but she used her diary as a way to keep her sanity and to tell her story. The least I can do is follow her example.
