One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad”.
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yes”, said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
वास्तबिकतामा काहानी लेख्दै छु,
केहि यादका त केहि परिकल्पना लेख्दै छु,
केहि वर्तमान त अतितका क्षण लेख्दै छु,
लेख्दै छु तर के? मेरो जिन्दगी लेख्दै छु,
”At such a moment it is not the physical pain which hurts the most (and this applies to adults as much as to punished children); it is the mental agony caused by the injustice, the unreasonableness of it all.”
Terrible as it was, Viktor Frankl’s experience in Auschwitz reinforced what was already one of his key ideas.
Life is not primarily a quest for pleasure, as Freud believed, or a quest for power, as Alfred Adler taught, but a quest for meaning.
मनमा छ सच्चाइ
साचो छ मायाँ
सपना आफ्नो हो
उ पर एक्लो बस्दा, विरक्तिएर, शुन्यतामा म आफ्नो छवि केलाउन खोज्छु, सयाद अनौठो जिन्दगीको परिकल्पना गर्छु, हिजोको सोच आज म मा छैन, पक्कै छैन, तैपनि केहि पाईला म तिमी संग हिड्न खोज्छु,
A merchant sent his son to learn the Secret of Happiness from the wisest of men. The young man wandered through the desert for forty days until he reached a beautiful castle at the top of a mountain. There lived the sage that the young man was looking for.
However, instead of finding a holy man, our hero entered a room and saw a great deal of activity; merchants coming and going, people chatting in the corners, a small orchestra playing sweet melodies, and there was a table laden with the most delectable dishes of that part of the world.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.