We have all read, heard, or have seen pictures of the holocaust, and when you are looking or reading about the holocaust you think to yourself how horrible, and then most of us just forget about the holocaust within the next five minutes. I know I used to be like that until I read Viktor E. Frankl's compelling story Man's Search For Meaning. He writes in great detail not only about the hardships physically, but also the hardships faced mentally.
             Frankl brings up a very influential point in his book that has changed the way that I think ever since I have read it. "Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. If finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance. (page 58)" Frankl tells about how one day on the walk to where he would be forced to work, a fellow member in the prison said to him, "If our wives could see us now! I do hope they are better off in their camps and don't know what is happening to us." Frankl says that throughout the whole walk all he thought about was his wife, and not the fact that he was slowly dying a most painful death . He found the truth that "love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire." By reading his novel, I have come to realize more fully what it is to be happy. I do not have to worry about starving. I do not even have to worry about buying myself a car. My parents have laid out a good life for me, and it is my job to turn that opportunity into a happy life. I have been given the external ingredients to be happy (big house, car, food) but have failed to find my internal ingredients to be happy (deep bonds that will last a lifetime). If Frankl was able to be happy without a nice bed, car, and in his case even food, but he was happy because he found a love with his wife that would
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