You don't know when it will hit again. It's like going out and suddenly it starts raining but you don't have your umbrella. You didn't think it wail be raining. The lonely window looking out to an empty street is the saddest place you can be looking at the world, and it starts raining again when you step out walking, "where is my umbrella?", you ask. Sometimes the question you ask is not a deep and complicated one, it's as simple as "will I be happy again?" and surprisingly this is not a sad question anymore. I can feel and understand these lines from Victor Frankl's book now:
“Don't aim at success. The more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side effect of one's personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself. Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: you have to let it happen by not caring about it. I want you to listen to what your conscience commands you to do and go on to carry it out to the best of your knowledge. Then you will live to see that in the long-run—in the long-run, I say!—success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think about it”
“An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behavior.”
“So live as if you were living already for the second time and as if you had acted the first time as wrongly as you are about to act now!”
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