Happiness, cannot be pursued

Viktor E. Frankl, a psychiatrist and Holocaust survivor, didn’t merely tread the path of academia; he carved his own. His journey began with a curiosity that bloomed early—a fascination with psychology and the quest for meaning. Picture a young Frankl, scribbling notes in dimly lit classrooms, his mind ablaze with questions.

As a teenager, he exchanged letters with none other than Sigmund Freud, seeking permission to publish one of his papers. Imagine the ink-stained pages bridging generations—the seasoned Freud and the budding thinker.

But it was in the crucible of adversity that Frankl’s philosophy crystallized. Imprisoned in Nazi concentration camps, he witnessed the abyss—the depths of human suffering. Yet, amidst the horror, he observed something profound: those who clung to a purpose, a cause greater than themselves, endured. They found glimmers of light even in the darkest corners.

Frankl dismantles the myth of happiness as a sprint. It’s not a finish line to be crossed; it’s a dance. Imagine chasing a butterfly—the more you grasp, the more it eludes. Happiness, too, slips through our fingers when we clutch too tightly.

The Unintended Side-Effect: Ah, the magic lies here. Happiness sneaks in when we’re busy elsewhere—when we’re immersed in a cause beyond ourselves. It’s the nurse tending to patients, the artist lost in her canvas, the teacher igniting young minds. When we forget about happiness and focus on purpose, it tiptoes in.

Surrender and Connection: Frankl whispers of surrender—not defeat, but release. When we surrender to love, to connection, to shared humanity, happiness blooms. It’s in the touch of a friend, the laughter of a child, the quiet moments when souls intertwine.

Viktor E. Frankl’s wisdom invites us to shift our gaze. Instead of chasing happiness like a mirage, let’s dedicate ourselves to something larger—a cause, a person, a moment. And there, in the quiet surrender, happiness unfurls its wings.

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