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(Caution: May cause your brain to bend in thought.)

I went to look

for an answer,

in a book.

Man's Search for Meaning

By Viktor Frankl

I found my copy, yellowed.

Hello!

I knew it had wisdom.

But I felt dumb.

What was his point?

It's slippery, sifted through

My hand like a fist of sand

Washed from my brain by

Beach sunset champagne

I get it, I don't get it

I get it, I don't get it

I must reread, rethink because

God has pressed our

Reboot button.

Virus? Why us?

A: To find our "why"

Says Frankl - We all suffer but we choose our own "why" - our life meaning.

This is our moment to find

What we cling to in life.

Family. Religion. Community.

In other words:

"He who has awhyto live can bear almost anyhow."

- said Nietzche. Peachy.

My mother thrived with a birth defect.

Stephen Hawking thrived with ALS.

Victor Frankl thrived mentally in a concentration camp.

I wash my hands.

A clean beginning.

We are home, quarantined

Time to think.

How many tomorrows?

No guarantees.

But I'm hoping, please.

Today. An Xcellent day to find my Why.

- Debbie Merion

Debbie Merion is staying social but not too distant in Ann Arbor, Michigan.Read more of her writing on her blog.