It is the thesis of the great psychoanalyst Viktor Frankl that man can endure any hardship as long as he can find meaning in the experience. Incidentally, as a survivor of Nazi Concentration Camps he was in a position to know. Thankfully, most of us are not tested in such extreme conditions. However, the principle is the same. Human beings cannot live without meaning. Depression is the natural outcome of living a life that is bereft of purpose.
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So fleeting is this thing called life, we journey toward its end,
experiencing pieces of a puzzle we don't truly comprehend.
The hues of our emotion paint a picture of our past,
Wonderful. The colors represent the emotions, indeed.
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What seeds have you been planting
In the garden of your heart?
What will be forthcoming
When the germination starts?
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by.
I couldn't have said it any better than Patricia Fleming. This is exactly how I feel. I've gone that route where I would buy things in the hope that I would feel better, however, it never...
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Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life for all it's worth,
With everything I am.
Hi Pat! I love this poem and others that you have submitted. You seem to write about life, and I do the same. I like to write from the heart and so do you. They make you stop and think how...
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It doesn't interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
I love this more than words. I think of these words often, especially in times that I feel as though I haven't done much through the years, and I'm sweetly reminded that I HAVE done so much!...
To learn while still a child
What this life is meant to be.
To know it goes beyond myself,
It's so much more than me.
Today I read this poem, and it really touched my heart. It's the way I've tried to live my life. I sincerely hope that others take guidance from these words. I am at the "older end of life."...
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Together we wrote our stories.
Together we sang our songs.
But now it's all gone.
If I were to leave this world today, I'd want to be remembered, it's true,
for going that extra mile just to show my love for you.
I'd want for you to be proud of me and know I always tried.
When you hurt, I did, too; your tears I also cried.
Beautiful poem. It inspires me a lot with Einstein's words, "Try not to be a success but of value." It goes into my inner core and resonates a deep feeling in me, to live a purposeful life....
Perfection was created
to make us feel imperfect,
but imperfect, of course,
is the perfect thing to be.
This is really a wonderful poem. It reflect what most of us strive for. My heart became light as I realized I need to be happy rather than perfect. Thank you.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
My deceased husband introduced me to this poem 55 years ago, and I've always considered it a great gift.
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