A Man’s Search For Meaning. Love is Viktor E Frankl’s Impact On This Man.
A Nazi concentration camp is not the point. How one avoids death is not relevant. The message is clear. Love. Do you have enough sight to read?
FAR FROM A REVIEW
This is not a review. This is a perspective. That is what this book inspires. The search for meaning. This is a quest every person journeys. Seldom is the location marked. Frequently the trip is perilous. There are endless debates about purpose. Everyone wants to define their purpose. Most accomplish from ignorance. We do not know what we don’t know. We know a fraction of what we should. Let me tell you what I know. It’s a unique perspective you don’t have.
I’ve had my share of struggle.
I’ve been arrested. I went bankrupt. People stole from me. I’ve been under the threat of war. I’ve been stabbed. I’ve been held at gun point. My ex ransomed my child from me. I’ve seen hard days in hell weeks. I’ve been through a crucible. Betrayed by friends who forged false witness statements to avoid prosecution…I’ve seen a lot.
The list goes on. This is but a fraction of my story. More is in my international best seller, “I Made It Then I Didn’t”. I digress.
I thought I knew struggle.
I read this book. I realize I know even less than the little I thought.
Nothing could prepare me for realizing how fortunate I am. I see why this book is considered one of the best books ever written.
IT’S NOT ABOUT A CONCENTRATION CAMP
The account is a personal one. It is one experience among many. It is not absolute truth. The author makes no claim to this. This is precisely where you find absolute truth.
The gratitude one can experience in misfortune is astounding. Reading this story makes me appreciate my own predicament. I am far from out the woods. Despite this fact, I realize how fortunate I am.
There is a certain clarity which comes from hardship.
There is a view one gains which is unique from injustice. There is such beauty in unprovoked aggression. Mistreatment offers…