Viktor Frankl was right: the lack of purpose and meaning will kill you. I know his theory is a lot more extensive and slightly different but in the end it all comes to this: having a purpose is the only thing that will keep you alive when all goes to shit; when you are in the darkest, deepest hole and you can’t find a single ray of light to guide you out of it. Without a purpose, without meaning, what would be the point of keep on breathing when every freaking breath hurts like a thousand knives and your heart is breaking and there seems to be no hope whatsoever?
It doesn’t have to be a grand purpose. It just has to be important enough for you that it will make you move and reach out toward it when everything else is gone.
Do you know yours?
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