Be It Resolved

A woman who was experiencing a variety of emotional problems went to see a psychiatrist about her troubles: her inability to “find herself”; her inability to resolve the question of what her life was all about. “I want to know who I am and what I ought to be doing with my life,” she demanded. After listening to her lament, the psychiatrist wrote a prescription. “Don’t come back until you have used it up,” she said. When the pharmacist read the prescription, he said to the woman, ” I can’t fill this, but you can!” The prescription read, “Spend one hour some Sunday watching the sunrise while walking in a cemetery.” She did and, in so doing, she got in…