Man's Search for Meaning

So far, this is a happy little book by a psychologist who spent some time in concentration camps in Poland during WWII. It's a wacky joy-fest. I'm hoping to get to the inspiring parts soon, because so far it's making me see the negative sides of humanity, not the meaningfulness of life.

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I can't seem to finish this. After he gets done talking about his time in the concentration camp, he gets into “logotherapy”–his invention which brings into psychotherapy the idea that we need to make meaning in our lives.

Turns out that this pretty much reads like a more accessible Schopenhauer–it's a religious existentialism. I like the existentialism, and some of what he has to say resonates deeply. But then he digresses into religiosity and it gets...less interesting for me.