Tziporah L

Don't be like the chickens. Don't let the world make you forget you can fly.

Viktor Frankl was once just a young psychiatrist dreaming of figuring out our biggest mystery - how the beautiful, obscure machine we call a human being really worked. Everything changed when the Holocaust came, the polished Nazi machine placing him where they believed he belonged - in concentration camps. There, he found the universe had practically handed him the perfect opportunity to finally reach his goal, so he started studying. What really kept his fellow prisoners alive, when all the theories made before him were irrelevant? There was no pleasure, no success, barely any food and water, and money no longer held the value it held in a normal world. So what was it that kept the fire burning in the eyes of living skeletons? What was it that kept them standing, living, breathing, day after day, in a reality where it seemed like there was never hope for improvement? Inside that hell on earth, Viktor Frankl had finally found what he was looking for.
          Meaning. That is a human's greatest driving force. Not success, not pleasure, not money, not anything else. Only each person's individual meaning. Some imagined falling into the arms of spouses who were probably already dead, some dreamt of returning to their careers, some had children to stay alive for, and some had nothing but faith to cling to. But all those meanings worked. They stopped people from throwing themselves at the electrocuted fences, drove them to salvage every crumb of dry bread they could find, and simply kept them alive, literally. So many survivors who would have never survived without meaning. All the people who tried to survive but couldn't.
          Where humans were stripped of everything - their success, their power, their dignity, even their clothes and weight, where the ugliest parts of humanity were exposed, the true beauty of our existence was finally found. The raw, undefeated power of human greatness, visible to all. Meaning had overcome all else, no matter what it was. This, is what we really are.

Just thoughts...
          When people want to talk about brave slaves, they talk about Spartacus, Nat Turner, etc.
          But they forget that long before Rome was a kingdom, there was a rebellion. a massive slave rebellion, without which the world would have looked completely different.
          My ancestors entered Egypt out of their own free will, a family of seventy, the youngest a newborn, coming to live next to their long-lost family member, the king in all but name of the strongest empire of the time.
          Not too long after that, Egypt turned on us. The Pharaoh tricked us into slavery, promising us gold in exchange for labor and cutting our salaries every day until there were none, but we were forced to work.
          Around 209 years later, Moses comes to Egypt, the land he left as a twenty-year-old. Aged eighty years old, with most of his life behind him, he turns from a runaway prince to a liberator. The Hebrew, tired and numb, refuse to listen. But Moses does not know despair. Carrying with him the knowledge that G-d had sworn to Abraham, our ancestor, to deliver his descendants from the hands of Egypt, he goes straight to the king. The king, proud and confident, refuses to hear any of it and only worsens the conditions of the slaves. As his brethren cry to G-d in despair, begging Him to save them, He sends Moses to the king again - this time with a clearer warning.
          The plagues begin. The last one, a direct threat to the king's life, is the straw that breaks the camel's back.
          Finally, we leave Egypt. 600,000 grown men (above 20) and an unknown number of children and women, leaving an empire not even a dog escaped from before. Our heads held high. Our rebellion succeeded.
          That rebellion wasn't just a group of slaves breaking free from their shackles. It was we, the people of Israel, a family turned into a nation, breaking free to show the entire world that they can.
          As one, we broke our chains to bring freedom to the entire world. Freedom is ingrained in us. The one thing we always had.
          ✡️✊

          
          
          
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If your life is shitty and everyone seems to be against you, remember that G-d's seal is truth.
          He will never let those who hurt you without a reason get away with it. Justice is always served, if not by humans - by G-d.
          G-d chose to reveal Himself to Abraham because he was not willing to give up on his quest to find the true creator of this world like all the others did, but rather - was determined to keep searching until he found out the truth and fight for that truth if necessary. G-d freed a nation of slaves and made them His people, because He will never let injustice happen for too long.
          Eventually, every wall breaks, every pair of hancudffs opens and every rope gets cut. You were NOT abandoned by G-d, just have patience and your time to shine will come.
          Fight for your truth and don't let anyone put you down. Don't let cowards convince you that this is a bad idea, just because they'll never dare to do it themselves doesn't mean you have to fall in line with them.
          And remember - no matter how terrible your situation is, this too will pass.
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I've recently realized that in one of the languages I speak, instead of asking someone how old they are you say "how many years do you have?"
          I think there is a lesson to be learned here. You may be fifteen or fifty, but how many of the years you've spent in this world do you truly have?
          Have you accomplished during those years anything that allows you to say you really own them? What have you done with the years given to you so far?
          Answer yourselves, not me and not anyone else. You are your own best critic.
          And if you are not satisfied with the answer - start living now. Better late than never/

I've recently gotten an interest in reading the memories of Holocaust survivors. And along with the memories of 7.10 survivors, I think I now have two reasons for those horrible events.
          1. sometimes we Jews need a punch to the gut to remember we are one people, with one beating and bleeding heart.
          2. both events took many religious Jews away from their G-d, but brought even more back. We needed the freedom to choose life and how to live it, and the numbers of people who started believing once more after 7.10.23 - prove to me that this is not just my truth, but also our truth as people.
          In the story of Purim, it is said that the entire Jewish nation had re-chosen G-d and the ways of the Torah, regardless of the fact they could've easily left a religion they almost lost touch with to save their lives. This, according to our sages, makes Purim day even greater than the day the Torah was first given to us, because this time around - we had much more freedom of choice.
          The year is 2025, and everyone has the right to craft their own lives. Yet so many people choose to stay in a place they theoretically have every reason to live. Why? Because when we get a choice - we come back to Him with open arms. And this, I believe, the best thing about us, and might even be the reason for those punches in the gut - the Holocaust, the Nova massacre, and many other events in the past.
          (Inspired by Do Not Raise Your Hand Against the Boy by Rabbi Israel Meir Lau, and by the story of Barak Nixon, my new hero)

We've just started cleaning the house for Passover, and it got me thinking. The people of Israel leaving Egypt was the first time ever in recorded history not one slave, not two but a whole nation of slaves broke free from their shackles. The first, but certainly not the last. the human history ever since consists of people not afraid to break free from their shackles - rea or metaphorical.
          I believe the story of Passover gives all of us, members of the human race, G-d crown jewel, the power to break free from our own shackles - be it a toxic relationship or even issues such as procrastination or perfectionism (yep. I have both)
          We are all slaves to something, whether you admit it or not. Money, social status, expectations and so on. But G-d already showed us that slaves can be freed with faith, patience and strong will. To whomever reading this - your life will not wait. There is no time to free yourself like now. And I mean literally now. Stop scrolling aimlessly through your phone and start making that wonderful dream of yours come true.
          Happy early Passover!

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