I have been reading "Man’s Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl. In it he chronicles his story of living in the Nazi concentration camps during WWII.

One passage really struck me, so I typed it up for everyone below.

Reading this, I realized how lucky and blessed I am to have found my beloved.

Make it a great day.

Jake

A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into so by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth – that love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is in love and through love. I understood how a man who has nothing left may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way – an honorable way – in such a position can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment.