The Meaning Of My Life Is To

Ultimately, We Are Not Subject To The Conditions That Confront Us; Rather, These Conditions Are Subject To Our Decision ... We Must Decide Whether We Will Face Up Or Give In, Whether Or Not We Will Let Ourselves Be Determined By The Conditions.

One Evening, When We Were Already Resting On The Floor Of Our Hut, Dead Tired, Soup Bowls In Hand, A Fellow Prisoner Rushed In And Asked Us To Run Out To The Assembly Grounds And See The Wonderful Sunset. Standing Outside We Saw Sinister Clouds Glowing In The West And The Whole Sky Alive With Clouds Of Ever-changing Shapes And Colors, From Steel Blue To Blood Red. The Desolate Grey Mud Huts Provided A Sharp Contrast, While The Puddles On The Muddy Ground Reflected The Glowing Sky. Then, After Minutes Of Moving Silence, One Prisoner Said To Another, "how Beautiful The World Could Be.

It Is True That We Can See The Therapist As A Technician Only If We Have First Viewed The Patient As Some Sort Of Machine.

Man's Search For Meaning Is The Primary Motivation In His Life And Not A "secondary Rationalization" Of Instinctual Drives. This Meaning Is Unique And Specific In That It Must And Can Be Fulfilled By Him Alone; Only Then Does It Achieve A Significance Which Will Satisfy His Own Will To Meaning.

Everyone Has His Own Specific Vocation Or Mission In Life; Everyone Must Carry Out A Concrete Assignment That Demands Fulfillment. Therein He Cannot Be Replaced, Nor Can His Life Be Repeated, Thus, Everyone's Task Is Unique As His Specific Opportunity To Implement It.