syrinx

I had been reading and misplacing Man's Search for Meaning by Victor Frankl all last week. Took it to the doctor's office for my annual physical, along with my lunch box full of meds, and then couldn't find it that evening.

Some interesting tips about Victor Frankl at the wikipedia entry for him:

• Theresienstadt concentration camp, he worked as a general practitioner in a clinic until his skill in psychiatry was noticed, when he was asked to establish a special unit to help newcomers to the camp overcome shock and grief. He later set up a suicide watch unit, and all intimations of suicide were reported to him. To maintain his own feeling of being worthy of his sufferings in the dismal conditions, he would frequently march outside and deliver a lecture to an imaginary audience about "Psychotherapeutic Experiences in a Concentration Camp", believing that by fully experiencing the suffering objectively, he would thereby end it.

• Frankl is thought to have coined the term Sunday Neurosis referring to a form of depression resulting from an awareness in some people of the emptiness of their lives once the working week is over.

Finally gave up searching for the book.
Then found Frankl's book in the lunch bag with the medications I had taken to the annual checkup.
A real zen moment.
Made me smile.
And ended my search for the meaning of life.

oh well, back to reading about life in a concentration camp and being thankful for having a sense of humor...

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