flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
You probably know this story. Sadako Sasaki was two years old when the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima. At age twelve, she found out that she had leukemia. She worked to fold 1,000 origami cranes, hoping to be granted a cure; she died that same year, having folded 644. Her friends and family united to complete her task.
I was torn about her, as I am about including Anne Frank. I don’t want to put them forth as victims. I want to celebrate the strength and hope that kept them going as long as possible, and the way they’ve inspired us to work and unite for peace. A world that murders young girls is a terrible world; a world that produces girls like these can’t be all bad.