Learnings from Victor E Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning Introduction Whilst many have given detailed reviews of Man’s Search for Meaning, I do not intend to do the same. Instead, I will reference points I personally found significant from the book, how this influenced me and what I took from it. Alongside this I will add viewpoints and thoughts that were provoked from such readings. Needless to say, the book is a masterpiece and one of the most influential books I have read. For this reason alone, I find it necessary to document and distil what I have learnt to cement such points into my own mind and influence yours.
The below references are from Victor E. Frankl: Man’s Search For Meaning, Revised and Updated Edition (1985) ISBN: 0-671-02337-3 https://isbnsearch.org/isbn/0671023373
Perspectives that Sparked Reflection Don’t aim at success – the more you aim at it and make it a target the more you are going to miss it (page 16 -17): I spent a fair amount of time processing Victor’s comment here. At first, I considered the intention behind success. I have to have a rough trajectory of where I want to go so I can take active steps in getting there. For instance, to become a lawyer someone has to get a degree before progressing - the same applies with medicine. However, after rereading this several times it appears that Victor was referring to success in and of itself. To aim at success because you want to be successful – to aim at it because of what it brings; instead, the focus should be on serving a worthy cause, serving others and honing one’s own ability to be truly successful in their chosen field – then success will follow. Emphasis is also placed on the long-term outcome of success: there is no quick road. The long road and the unwillingness of patience of many may lead them astray. Value has to be proven.
‘There was neither time nor desire, to consider moral or ethical issues’ (page 23): I like to imagine how I would react (although this cannot be known), the truth is I would likely be selfish too. If I knew the only way to see my loved ones again was to survive when survival is low, my level of compassion would be depressed and my ability to think beyond my own needs would be next to none-existent.
‘When seeing a comrade smoking his own cigarette, we knew he had given up faith in his own strength to carry on’ (page 26): Whilst this is by far the most extreme example of giving up, I drew some connections from this point. By smoking one’s last cigarette (amongst the most valuable of all goods within Auschwitz) one indulged in their last comfort, their last bit of exchangeable equity. To hold off such consumption