There are many who have asked me to write something about how I survived – and how our family got through it. And I also really want to share it. But I cannot write a unified and concise text about the period. It is a life event that meant so much, filled so much, was so violent, and took such deep traces both into our further lives and deep into our value foundation.
It is impossible. At least for me.
Instead, I will share small chunks of the story with you continuously, quite concisely, and practically: as I think about them and have time to write about them.
Here’s one – about the phrase: There’s always a meaning; there’s always a purpose’. Because in our family, that doesn’t mean there is a meanng in everything that happens; it means that inside what is happening, there is some sense to be found. And if we go after it, we get to create meaningfulness in the small and big events of our lives – which is way more valuable than one can imagine.
It needs to be practiced for a longer time, insistently, and consistently to really unfold.