This is a customer review from Amazon.com for the famous book Mankinds' Search for Meaning by Victor Frankl. What do you think of his comments? Do you agree or disagree, and why? This review really hit me hard a few months ago when I initially came across it. I have since read Frankl's book. While I did enjoy it, I must agree with this review in that, in the final analysis, life isn't worth it and the only thing that keeps me going is that the unknown (death) is too scary. If I were to die tomorrow, what would my story be? Born to dysfunctional Catholic family, overbearing mother, distant and self-absorbed father. Increasingly paranoid and withdrawn as a teenager/young adult. Joined high-pressure cultic religion at 22. Burnt out 10 years later and left. I mean, what the hell is the point of my life?
Reviewer: A reader from New York, NY United States |
What's proven here? That if you can convince youself you have something to live for: you will continue to live for it. So? If after getting hit on the head with a lead pipe 100x one is to receive ten million dollars, I suppose there are some who will endure that pain, too, in the hope they will survive. They won't.
Perhaps the real question is if there is *any* reward for enduring the brutality of life that is worth the suffering. Most, if not virtually all, love relationships are based on a thinly or not-so thinly disguised basis of psychology mercantilism, if not outright economic dealmaking. Other higher pursuits: art, philosophy, philanthropy, so-called spiritual attainment are arguably better, but, really, are little more than panaceas not much different, in their ultimate purpose, than devoting one's life to developing the perfect tennis game, for instance. They absorb one's attention and distract one's focus from the pain & dissolution to come, or even occuring, & keep one, perhaps, from ending it all at the very moment. In this manner, we all buoy each other up, but for what? The question remains unanswered. Life is a concentration camp and we are all going to the gas chamber in the end. What do we do in the meantime. Is it worth it?
Frankl, like any reasonably intelligent person, delineates the central problem well: Why live? But like every other professional philosopher or psychologist, he comes up with a reason (altho in this case the reason boils down to *find a reason*) because, well, what else is he going to do? The biological imperative compels us to go on with life at any price. The alternative: that there is no reason to do so--that is simply too terrifying to contemplate, would violate species survival, and be considered unpublishable. Just once I'd like to see a thinker have the courage to face the ultimate question and not flinch, escape to a flight of fancy, take a leap of *faith* or otherwise dissemble.
Life is not worth living. Don't blink.