“We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances; to choose one’s own way”. ~Vikton Frankl, “Man’s Search for Meaning”
In other words: to choose love!
I’ve never read Viktor Frankl’s books, even the most famous of them, “Man’s Search for Meaning”, but I’ve watched a long interview with him and remember this quote:
“D = S – M
Despair is Suffering minus Meaning” ~Viktor Frankl
I don’t know his story very well, but I remember he was in Auschwitz and his wife (whom he deeply loved) and child were killed, and he found a way of surviving by finding a meaning in his pain.
So many times we ask “Why me?” when faced with struggles, but — again, I remember our shepherd from the anglican church — it’s better to ask “What for”?
I never liked to ask what for. Of course, no one likes to suffer. But we all suffer. So, maybe trying to look for a meaning can make us navigate better through the sea of life, that involves a lot of struggle, suffering and pain, as weel as deep joy, confidence, happiness, love.
We live in a world of duality. There’s night and day, cold and warm, and so on. When we deny our own suffering, we loose an important part of who we are.
I hope you can find meaning in your past and new sorrows today.