Viktor Frankl's take on the meaning of life

Finding Meaning Through the Lens of Viktor Frankl
Have you heard of that resilient little guy who survived the concentration camps and dedicated his entire life to fighting suicide?
Schele, Gehlen, and Portmann all argue quite forcefully that humans are fundamentally open to the world—something we’ve actually known since the days of Husserl, I suppose...😁/
According to Frankl, self-transcendence means being human in relation to something else—essentially, stepping outside of oneself. From this view, autism represents the ultimate rejection of life; intuitively, we are all just stumbling through this world...
Then there's Jacques Monod, the molecular biologist, who argues in "Le hasard la nécessité" that life was born out of mere chance—noting that chance is the only concept science can truly grasp, simply because it aligns with the facts we observe.
Meanwhile, Edith Weisskopf-Joelson suggests that paranoia stems from a desperate need for a solid life philosophy—that the search for meaning itself might be the root of paranoia!
Frankl disagrees with that take, pointing to his observations of certain prisoners facing death sentences.
He draws a distinction between *homo sapiens*, who is obsessed with career success, and *homo patiens*—those who transform suffering into an achievement... some kind of purpose...
It’s a tough concept to wrap one's head around—especially considering how popular Adler's idea of "paradoxical intention" was back then as a way to treat neurosis, which was mostly viewed as just children running away from reality and their responsibilities.
Frankl finds it beautiful when the terminally ill find meaning, yet he is deeply shaken by wealthy students from Idaho who seek out suicide.

He also delved into folk therapies, ethnopsychiatry, Zen therapy, shamanism from Mexico, and Japanese Morita psychiatry—all of which he studied extensively.
And we can't forget about RETROACTIVE MEANING—that reward that comes after a profound realization, which Grandfather Viktor illustrates with some truly harrowing examples...
😛

Unbelievable.
You always seem to show up right when I definitely don't want you to.

If I could just manage to smash this keyboard hard enough to actually draw a smiley face...

Bipolar?
I can't even believe this😲

👋

Is it because spring is finally here? The swallows are coming back 😁

Regarding the topic—when you're already at rock bottom, you're finally ready to wake up
there’s nothing left to lose, so you just push forward

but some people just won't budge—they just sit there waiting for Godot

So, he’s got that one book about his time in the camps, *Man's Search for Meaning*. A buddy lent it to me, and honestly, it sat on my shelf for months because I was bracing myself for something super depressing. But man, I actually loved it. I think his whole take on finding "purpose" really hits home.

Edith Weisskopf-Joelson suggests that paranoia actually stems from a desperate need for a solid life philosophy. Essentially, she’s saying the hunt for meaning is what triggers paranoia!

😕 😕

Honestly, the idea that searching for meaning causes paranoia sounds totally absurd to me. 🙄

That said, I generally find myself agreeing with Frankle on most things.

Searching for the meaning of life is perhaps the most profound injustice an individual can inflict upon their own soul.

Because the fool, in his infinite ignorance, goes hunting for it outside of himself, failing to grasp that meaning is nothing more than a matter of whether one chooses to embrace or reject it... he fails to realize that purpose is entirely a product of free WILL...
Consequently, when a man begins scouring other people or dusty volumes of literature to solve his existential plight, he is merely squandering his precious energy in a futile endeavor....

In my considered estimation, absurdity represents the highest spiritual bliss and the ultimate state of perfection any human being could ever hope to attain... though I find it difficult to convey this truth, for one cannot simply tell oneself "life is meaningless" if there remains a lingering desire for it to possess meaning... it is a grueling journey toward embracing the void, and only once you have arrived can you truly settle into your rightful place.

Furthermore, society harbors this pervasive prejudice that absurdity equates to immorality—that it implies doing nothing, merely existing without purpose. For instance, people argue that if there is no inherent meaning, why should we bother doing good for anyone?...

it is precisely the opposite — the impulse to assist others becomes most legitimate precisely when there is NO RATIONAL REASON to feel obligated to help them.

Eric Wells3:
Quincy Jones:

Actually, I think it’s the exact opposite—the urge to help others becomes most genuine when you have absolutely NO obligation to do so.

Colleague Eric Wells3 👋, I couldn't agree more.

In general, life doesn't necessarily come with a built-in purpose; we're the ones who craft that meaning ourselves. Or, if we prefer, we just embrace the absurdity. 😉

As we’ve discussed before, any attempt to bolster a prisoner's mental resilience relies on our ability to point them toward a future goal. In fact, almost all psychotherapeutic or mental health efforts aimed at those in camps can be summarized by Nietzschean wisdom:
'He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.'
Woe to anyone who can no longer find meaning, purpose, or direction in their life—those who lack a reason to keep going. People without that internal anchor are lost very quickly. A common refrain from someone in that state was often: "I have nothing left to expect from life." And how do we respond to that?

We need a radical shift in how we approach the question of meaning. We have to teach people—especially those at their breaking point—that the real question isn't what we expect from life, but rather what life expects from us. Using a philosophical lens, you could call this a Copernican revolution: instead of asking what the meaning of life is, we must see ourselves as being questioned by life itself. Life poses questions to us every single day, every single moment, and we are expected to answer. Not through empty rhetoric or overthinking, but through our actions and our conduct. Ultimately, to live means to take responsibility for providing the right answers to life's demands, fulfilling the specific tasks required of every individual in every given moment.
That demand—and therefore the meaning of existence—varies from person to person and changes from moment to moment. You can't define a universal meaning for human life or provide a one-size-fits-all answer. Life, as we are viewing it here, isn't some vague abstraction; it is incredibly real and concrete, just as the tasks life sets before us are real and tangible.
This concrete reality brings with it a person's destiny, which is entirely unique and unrepeatable for everyone...

If you want to dive deeper into this, check out the book 🙂
One more thing;

"Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own path."

bipolar2000 said:It’s honestly unbelievable.
You always seem to show up right when I—well, when I don't actually need you...

If only I could smash this keyboard hard enough to actually draw a smiley face...

But seriously, where even are you?😕 👋 👋 👋

Mljacko said:doesn't realize that the whole point is having the freedom to CHOOSE...

Wrong.

What’s the purpose of a chicken embryo inside an egg?

To become a chicken and break out of that shell.

Your lives don't have any inherent meaning; you're all just embryos in an egg.
The only purpose you have is to mature and complete the system you represent—to fulfill its potential and nature.
Only then does your life actually begin, and only then will the meaning become obvious to you.

Sophia Williams said:Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl
Ever heard of that scrappy little guy who survived the concentration camps and spent his whole life fighting suicide?

Yeah...
I read that book while I was serving in the military..

From what I recall, 🤔 the core message is that a person can influence their inner world regardless of their external circumstances—it sounds great on paper, but in reality, it’s not entirely doable.

Anyway,
I was actually shocked by how much the military resembles what he described in those camps.
😲

(Obviously, not exactly the same 😳 )

"...if spiritual actions originate from the personality, then that personality becomes the spiritual epicenter—the core around which all our psycho-physical traits cluster. Since we are such inherently centered beings, we can move past this clunky way of talking about 'spiritual existence' versus 'physical facts.' Instead, let's talk about the spiritual personality and its accompanying physical apparatus. Now, I want to be clear: using the word 'its' implies that the personality *possesses* a physical body, whereas the personality itself actually *is* its own spirituality. Honestly, I could never get behind the phrase 'my personality,' because you don't 'have' a personality; you *are* your personality. It’s the same deal with saying 'my Self'—even though I exist, I don't 'own' my Self. The only thing I can truly say I 'have' is my id—that raw, physical, psychological reality..."

Viktor Frankl, God of the subconscious
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Maybe this is where the conversation should actually start... it would be a damn shame to let this thread die out without some real substance.

Anonymous said:As we’ve discussed before, any attempt to bolster a prisoner's mental resilience relies on our ability to point them toward a future goal. In fact, almost all psychotherapeutic or mental health efforts aimed at those in camps can be summarized by Nietzschean wisdom:
'He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.'
Woe to anyone who can no longer find meaning, purpose, or direction in their life—those who lack a reason to keep going. People without that internal anchor are lost very quickly. A common refrain from someone in that state was often: "I have nothing left to expect from life." And how do we respond to that?

We need a radical shift in how we approach the question of meaning. We have to teach people—especially those at their breaking point—that the real question isn't what we expect from life, but rather what life expects from us. Using a philosophical lens, you could call this a Copernican revolution: instead of asking what the meaning of life is, we must see ourselves as being questioned by life itself. Life poses questions to us every single day, every single moment, and we are expected to answer. Not through empty rhetoric or overthinking, but through our actions and our conduct. Ultimately, to live means to take responsibility for providing the right answers to life's demands, fulfilling the specific tasks required of every individual in every given moment.
That demand—and therefore the meaning of existence—varies from person to person and changes from moment to moment. You can't define a universal meaning for human life or provide a one-size-fits-all answer. Life, as we are viewing it here, isn't some vague abstraction; it is incredibly real and concrete, just as the tasks life sets before us are real and tangible.
This concrete reality brings with it a person's destiny, which is entirely unique and unrepeatable for everyone...

If you want to dive deeper into this, check out the book 🙂
One more thing;

"Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own path."

🙂

Eric Wells3 said:Searching for the meaning of life is perhaps the most profound injustice an individual can inflict upon their own soul.

Because the fool, in his infinite ignorance, goes hunting for it outside of himself, failing to grasp that meaning is nothing more than a matter of whether one chooses to embrace or reject it... he fails to realize that purpose is entirely a product of free WILL...
Consequently, when a man begins scouring other people or dusty volumes of literature to solve his existential plight, he is merely squandering his precious energy in a futile endeavor....

In my considered estimation, absurdity represents the highest spiritual bliss and the ultimate state of perfection any human being could ever hope to attain... though I find it difficult to convey this truth, for one cannot simply tell oneself "life is meaningless" if there remains a lingering desire for it to possess meaning... it is a grueling journey toward embracing the void, and only once you have arrived can you truly settle into your rightful place.

Furthermore, society harbors this pervasive prejudice that absurdity equates to immorality—that it implies doing nothing, merely existing without purpose. For instance, people argue that if there is no inherent meaning, why should we bother doing good for anyone?...

it is precisely the opposite — the impulse to assist others becomes most legitimate precisely when there is NO RATIONAL REASON to feel obligated to help them.

-that drive to help others... is it our own conscience or just pure altruism driving us?
I personally think when you see someone suffering, you help them because they need it, period—you don't stop to judge whether they're a saint or a sinner. And as for the whole "meaninglessness of life"—you called that the ultimate bliss, but I'm not buying it. I’d call it more like a certain kind of wisdom held by those of us who don't buy into the "purpose" hype. What does "meaning" even mean anyway? A sentence can have meaning, sure, but this world and this life? It doesn't mean a damn thing.

What is even the point of helping others if this whole existence—this entire world—is fundamentally devoid of any actual purpose or meaning? Is it all just some hollow gesture driven by a nagging sense of conscience, or is there something more? I mean, really, what for? One day, you’ll be gone, everyone else will be gone too, and then what? Why are we even bothering to show up at all? And how do you all grapple with the idea of death, seeing it as nothing more than the abrupt end to a life that never truly mattered in the first place?
I can't help but feel there is a universal meaning out there, something shared by us all... it's just that because it can't be pinned down through cold, hard logic or rational thought, you've already convinced yourselves that it doesn't exist.

Dennis Rogers6 said:What is even the point of helping others if this whole existence—this entire world—is fundamentally devoid of any actual purpose or meaning? Is it all just some hollow gesture driven by a nagging sense of conscience, or is there something more? I mean, really, what for? One day, you’ll be gone, everyone else will be gone too, and then what? Why are we even bothering to show up at all? And how do you all grapple with the idea of death, seeing it as nothing more than the abrupt end to a life that never truly mattered in the first place?
I can't help but feel there is a universal meaning out there, something shared by us all... it's just that because it can't be pinned down through cold, hard logic or rational thought, you've already convinced yourselves that it doesn't exist.

-in my opinion-if a person holds onto their own principles, that's enough to keep them going. personally, I've realized there isn't much worth searching for outside of my own logic-and I'm talking about people in general.
Besides, since when did everyone start obsessing over the "meaning of life"? Most people probably lived perfectly fine, "meaningful" lives without ever making a big deal out of it—they just don't talk about it that way. We act like we're hunting for some grand cosmic comfort, using "meaning" as an excuse to justify being alive. But the world was here before me, and it'll be here long after I'm gone. New people will just show up and carry on. Honestly, nobody's even gonna notice tomorrow once we're out of the picture...(like that song 😕 says)

mistyfox812 said:So, he’s got that one book about his time in the camps, *Man's Search for Meaning*. A buddy lent it to me, and honestly, it sat on my shelf for months because I was bracing myself for something super depressing. But man, I actually loved it. I think his whole take on finding "purpose" really hits home.

It actually reminded me of a book by Gita Mallasz, who also survived the camps while three of her friends didn't. It seems they didn't let themselves "sink" under those conditions; instead, they rose above it—acting almost like beacons, offering comfort and helping others. (They even had some pretty unusual experiences along the way, and I wouldn't say they were delusional or just fantasizing.) This isn't really philosophy in the narrow, conventional sense, and at first glance, it might border on religion 🙂 since angels are mentioned.

Anyway, I think reading that book provides a great broader perspective on these themes. It feels connected to the one being discussed here, just viewed through a different lens—you can find a review here.

What triggers emotions? Desire? Faith? No. It's simply a possibility. The force that drives emotion is the act of self-transcendence—giving of oneself.

I’m going to try and nudge my publisher about releasing this, and apologies if I drifted a bit off-topic.