The Book Thief post 2

I realized that the last blog post was very disappointing...
It was short, worthless and pathetic...
So,
Let's see, what should I write here?
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GAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Note: going through the phase of having nothing to write about....)



Meh.
Okay, let's do this.
The Book Thief, so far is a story about the ability of books to feed souls.
Liesel, the book thief, stole books from the mayor's library to satisfy her lust for literature.
I view it differently: Books, at that time, were her only mental support; it was the only thing that can let her escape from reality and deny the fact that herself, family, neighborhood, and even her country was in danger.
During difficult times, people tends to do things to escape from the reality. Their unwillingness to face the difficulty made them not courageous, or even, unsuccessful.
Yes, I do believe in the saying: no pain, no gain.
And yes, not all pain is gain.
Anyhow, by facing the "real world" or confront the fear/difficulty, one will grow conscious of the world around and come to an understanding of how to resolve obstacles.
However, that does not mean that one should never be weak.
It is impossible to not be weak. We ARE weak in certain areas, to certain extent.
And, in my opinion, it is perfectly fine to take steps back and tug you head under the pillow and pretend you didn't see anything.
Liesel, for instance again, mumbled the story to herself in the basement during the bombing. Although she was reading The Whistler to herself, the story soothed the people who were hiding in the basement. They were saved by the words and rescued from fear.
And blinded from the reality as well.
...it is sometimes fortunate to have the ability of being ambiguous.
In the time of the Nazi rule, if one is not clueless of German's action and, if really that "unfortunately", has a sense of justice, one may easily be eliminated from the world.
There are things in the world that it is the best to not realize their existence...
That statement might sound weird, but...
Look around, do you like what you see?
If you do, then you are privileged. Whether due to your ambiguousness or your ability of accepting things.
If you don't, well, join the club.
That's how most people feel when that look at the world: discontent.