follow the tracks to auschwitz. do not bother to pretend you see lights at the end of tunnels, but the tunnel has an end
if your outer world is barren grow your garden deep within there are cruel wolves around us and we must not let them win
hold on tight to peacetime, carry every memory like a light through the marching and the burning find a reason for the fight
when the stones stand to be gathered when the cigarette is lit this suffering is the noble task to which you must submit
there is work that only you can do, love only you can give what does life expect of you? life expects you to live
We read Viktor Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning in class, the last reading we got to do before lockdown, and it gave me a different way of looking at suffering and why there is suffering in the world. I am not Jewish, and I am in no position to compare anything to the Holocaust, and I will not presume to. Let it not be said that I am saying that having to stay in is on the same level as genocide — I am saying they are two points on the one line, a line of infinite points, and there is something to be learned of survival in the bleakest of conditions, while we survive this and everything else.