Trotzdem Ja Zum Leben Sagen
I can’t say for certain that I am in a position in my current state of being- or level of comprehension for that matter- to be able to fully appreciate the insights put forward in the most recent piece of literature I laid my hands on. I feel as though I would need to return many times over in order to internalise every ounce of wisdom put forward, and I’ve no doubt, that I will return to those pages frequently over the years to come. For this reason however, I can but scratch the surface for now.
Victor Frankl’s memoir- Man’s Search For Meaning– details a personal account of life as a concentration camp inmate during World War II, and his reflections thereafter from the psychotherapeutic perspective, which offer profound lessons for spiritual survival.
After reading, I couldn’t help but direct some questions inward, towards the burning flame. At times when I write, I am writing to myself. Whether it be to ask questions of myself, to shed light on a feeling or an interesting thought, or to simply reflect upon past experiences, with the intention to one day read back over them perhaps, perhaps not. For what reason I feel compelled to put pen to paper each and every day, I can’t quite say for sure.
A sense of enjoyment? Not always, I have to say. There are those moments where you find yourself treading the murky waters of self-doubt, during which time your capacity to create something of quality constantly comes into question. This happens quite often, and I can’t say these moments are overly enjoyable, but they are important nevertheless.
A sense of fulfilment? Yes, undoubtedly. Writing provides me with a sense of purpose in the moment. When immersed in the creative process, my perception of time and space dissolves and I am left floating blissfully towards nothingness.
Upon reflection, I thought I’d share some insights on the off-chance that you might feel compelled to pick up a copy, and perhaps pose some questions of yourself after reading.
Like I said, I can but scratch the surface. I look forward to returning someday in the future, to take new meaning from each page, and to perhaps one day be able to fully appreciate the wisdom within. But until then, I’ll leave you with the following excerpts.
Man does not simply exist but always decides what his existence will be, what he will become the next moment. By the same token, every human being has the freedom to change at any moment.
A liberating and encouraging truth, the fact that we are indeed in total control of our existence; we have the ability to take the reins at any stage, make positive lasting changes for the better, and take positive steps towards maximising our potential.
In order to be in a position to do so, we must take responsibility for ourselves, and hold ourselves accountable for the path we find ourselves on; to look inward and ask questions of ourselves if we are unsure as to the direction we are headed, and take actions accordingly.
It is we ourselves who must answer the questions that life asks of us, and to these questions we can respond only by being responsible for our existence.
Yet another incredibly powerful truth revealed to us below.
Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life; everyone must carry out a concrete assignment that demands fulfilment. Therein he cannot be replaced, not can his life be repeated. Thus, everyones task is unique as is his specific opportunity to implement it.
Each and every one of us are uniquely special, and we each have a specific purpose in life. You, dear reader, have a mission in life, one that only you alone can carry out; it is through the realisation of our life’s mission, and the pursuit of our own greatness, that brings about a sense of purpose and meaning.
You are here for a reason, you have an incredible gift, and a responsibility to bring forth your greatness and share it; to realise your potential. You are in control, and nobody but you can account for the direction you take in life and the decisions you make henceforth.
I’ll leave you with one last powerful excerpt to ponder over.
Success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side effect of one’s personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one’s surrender to a person other than oneself.