> During the war, my grandfather was firebombed, and his face was severely burned. In every way, it was a horrendous and inhumane event. It would certainly have been within the realm of possibility for him to choose a lifestyle with the perspective of ‘the world is a horrible place’, or ‘people are my enemies’. However, when my grandfather rode the train on visits to the hospital, there were always other passengers who would give up their seats for him. This is something I heard about through my mother, so I do not know how he actually felt. But this is what I believe: my grandfather chose a lifestyle with the perspective of ‘people are my comrades, and the world is a wonderful place’. That is exactly what Adler is pointing to when he says whatever meaning life has must be assigned to it by the individual

um yeah so something happened to me and I got to find out how instead everyone was a piece of shit about it (which shocked me, ngl). goddamnit what am I supposed to do about that then?!