This cool article by Emily Esfahani Smith, from the Atlantic, is about happiness vs. meaning. We talked about it in the context of placing the concept of the self within a narrative after a traumatic experience, and this article directly addresses the ways in which Holocaust survivors made their way through and dealt with life afterwards.
This poem, which is fantastic, is about a young girl who, in the waiting room, realizes that her ‘self’ is not a clearly designated medium but rather something wholly connected to everything around her. Here’s an excerpt:
I said to myself: three days and you’ll be seven years old. I was saying it to stop the sensation of falling off the round, turning world. into cold, blue-black space. But I felt: you are an I, you are an Elizabeth, you are one of them. Why should you be one, too?