Today my class went to a Holocaust museum. As we walked through, the emotions hit me like a tidal wave. There were models, videos, pictures, and more. That was just for the first half. The second half consisted of talking with a Holocaust survivor. I must say, that was one of the most interesting hours of my life. She talked about her family and how she, her mother, and sister all made it out alive. But, the most interesting thing she said was: “Suffering is a part of life. But, misery, is a choice. You don’t have to be miserable.” The strangest thing about this saying, is that she has gone through so much more than any person can imagine, and yet, she has a brighter perspective on life than most people I know. The one thing I wonder is, how does that come to be? How can a person go through one of the most terrifying, gruesome, and depressing events in history, yet have such a happy outlook. I was not in any way, shape, or form in nor apart of the Holocaust, or anything like it. But, as she was speaking about her grandchildren, and past, she seemed happier than I have been in a while.
The state of undergoing pain, distress, or hardship.