I am re-reading Viktor Frankl’s inspiring Man’s Search for Meaning. Viktor Frankl was a Jewish psychiatrist who spent three years in Nazi concentration camps and this is his story about that experience. How could that possibly be inspiring? An excerpt:
“One evening, when we were all ready resting on the floor our our hut, dead tired, soup bowls in hand, a fellow prisoner rushed in and asked us to run out to the assembly ground 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 gray 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.”
That human beings, in the midst of life as bad as it gets, can still be struck by beauty and can still imagine a better world…C’mon guys-If they can do it, so can we.