One of the books that moved me the most is Victor Frankl – Man’s Search for Meaning.
I was offered this book at a time I needed the most,
I just had lost one of my best friends in a Motobicycle accident in Thailand and I think that reading it really helped me understand and move forward in a way. Victor Frankl was a psychiatrist and holocaust survivor, deported to many concentration camps during World War Two.
One of my favorite parts of this book is this one :
“This young woman knew that she would die in the next few days. But when I talked to her she was cheerful in spite of this knowledge. “I am grateful that fate has hit me so hard,” she told me. “In my former life I was spoiled and did not take spiritual accomplishments seriously.” Pointing through the window of the hut, she said, “This tree here is the only friend I have in my loneliness.” Through that window she could see just one branch of a chestnut tree, and on the branch were two blossoms. “I often talk to this tree,” she said to me. I was startled and didn’t quite know how to take her words. Was she delirious? Did she have occasional hallucinations? Anxiously I asked her if the tree replied. “Yes.” What did it say to her? She answered, “It said to me, ‘I am here—I am here—I am life, eternal life.”
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