That's the difficulty in these times: ideals, dreams, and cherished hopes rise within us, only to meet the horrible truth and be shattered.
It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out.
Yet I keep them, because
in spite of everything
I still believe
that people are really
good at heart.
I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of
confusion
misery
and
death.
I see the world being gradually turned into a
wilderness
I hear the ever approaching
thunder
which will destroy us too,
I can feel the
sufferings
of
millions
and yet, if I
look up
into the heavens
I think that it will all come right, that
this cruelty too will end
and that
peace
and tranquillity
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.
Yours,
Anne
