Love in the Holocaust.

My Introduction to Psychology professor noted how significant it was for somebody like Anne Frank to fall in love during a disaster such as the Holocaust.

I think I was the only one who thought that it wasn’t that challenging. Isn’t it at the lowest points in life that we get to see things in finer detail? And when we see things in finer detail, don’t we find a greater appreciation for it? I mean, what else is there to search for in hopelessness? Love is the deus ex machina of every disaster. Love is what you cling to and yearn for at your lowest.

Anne Frank knew it as well as I did.

you would’ve saved yourself a lot of heartache.

Look closer.

I haven’t been all the active in my community at Church lately due to hectic schedules and workload. I must admit that it does make me feel guilty to put my faith aside so easily. But then, I realized how interaction with God need not occur in purely spiritual activities. Interaction with God happens in every small deed you execute everyday, every loved one you talk to everyday and every trial you use to refine you instead of define you.

Live blessed!

be careful of your words and of what you ignore and what you take for granted

I still wonder why it is that even if you do good onto yourself and others, even if you live justly and faithfully, even if you live a good life… life still manages to fck you up. For no reason at all.

I guess it’s true, ‘shit happens’.

And then there are just hours and moments of honest vulnerability and you have no one to talk to, well, not anymore at least.

It makes one wonder why we only see the value and greatness of someone/ something when they’re/it’s gone. Why must we taste bitterness before we savor?

(C) Meg Torrente