Daily Stoic

Meditations

How to Be a Stoic

How to Think Like a Roman Emperor

Seneca’s Letters from a Stoic

If you have anger issues, this one is a great tool (h/t mindyourbusiness)

This week’s book:

Discourses and Selected Writings

Disclaimer: I’m not your Supervisor. These are my opinions after reading through these books a few times.

Epictetus was born a slave around 50 ad. His owner was Epaphroditus, a rich freedman who was once a slave of Nero. Though he was a slave Epictetus was sent to study philosophy under Musonius Rufus.

Epictetus was lame and there are some stories it was caused by his master and others that it was caused by disease.

He was a freedman when all philosophers were banished from Rome in 89 by the Emperor Domitian. He then started his school in Greece, and had many students. He did not leave any writings from his lessons, but one of his students, Flavius Arrian, took notes and wrote the Discourses.

Epictetus did not marry, had no children, and lived to be around 80-85. In retirement, he adopted a child that would have been abandoned and raised him with a woman.

He died sometime around AD 135.

He is my favorite Stoic teacher. I love his bare bones and very straight forward approach.

Following is a paragraph-by-paragraph discussion of one of his lessons. Epictetus’s text appears italicized in bold, my replies are in normal text.

To those who have set their hearts upon living in peace Part III

20But just as you laugh at the man who is afraid he will not have an office, so also laugh at yourself. For it makes no difference whether a person is thirsty with fever, or is afraid of water like a man with the rabies. Or how can you any longer say with Socrates, “If so it please God, so be it”?[6] Do you suppose that, if Socrates had yearned to spend his leisure in the Lyceum or the Academy,[7] and to converse daily with the young men, he would have gone forth cheerfully on all the military expeditions in which he served? Would he not have wailed and groaned, “Wretched man that I am I here I am now in misery and misfortune, when I might be sunning myself in the Lyceum”? What, was this your function in life, to sun yourself? Was it not rather to be serene, to be unhampered, to be unhindered? And how would he have been Socrates any longer, if he had wailed like this? How would he have gone on to write paeans in prison?[8]

My purpose in life is not to enjoy myself. While I do enjoy most aspects of it, that is never my prime decision maker. Instead I try to be an honest man as well as a good husband and father. If I keep my focus on that and manage my reactions and not worry about external forces then I will be much more serene and enjoy more than a person who lives to enjoy themselves first, that seems like a tiring way to live.

In a word, then, remember this—that if you are going to honor anything at all outside the sphere of the moral purpose, you have destroyed your moral purpose. And outside the sphere of your moral purpose lie not merely office, but also freedom from office; not merely business, but also leisure. “Am I now, therefore, to pass my life in this turmoil?” What do you mean by “turmoil”? Among many people? And what is there hard about that? Imagine that you are in Olympia, regard the turmoil as a festival. There, too, one man shouts this and another that; one man does this and another that; one man jostles another; there is a crowd in the baths.[9] And yet who of us does not take delight in the Olympic festival and leave it with sorrow?

I try not to let other people’s actions and thought concern me. I don’t like being in crowds and I don’t have many friends. None of this bothers me, although the last six weeks without my wife have been boring and kind of empty. While I have been able to control my reactions just fine, not talking to anyone except my dogs is not healthy long term. I am starting to think that maybe I need to expand my world a little, but when my wife comes back on Saturday, I am sure I will go back to normal.

25Do not become peevish or fastidious towards events. “The vinegar is rotten, for it is sour.” “The honey is rotten, for it upsets my digestion.” “I don’t like vegetables.” In the same fashion you say, “I don’t like leisure, it is a solitude.” “I don’t like a crowd, it is turmoil.” Say not so, but if circumstances bring you to spend your life alone or in the company of a few, call it peace, and utilize the condition for its proper end; converse with yourself, exercise your sense-impressions, develop your preconceptions. If, however, you fall in with a crowd, call it games, a festival, a holiday, try to keep holiday with the people. For what is pleasanter to a man who loves his fellow-men than the sight of large numbers of them?[10] We are glad to see herds of horses or cattle; when we see many ships we are delighted; is a person annoyed at the sight of many human beings? “Yes, but they deafen me with their shouting.” Oh, well, it is your hearing that is interfered with! What, then, is that to you? Your faculty of employing external impressions is not interfered with, is it? And who prevents you from making natural use of desire and aversion, of choice and refusal? What manner of turmoil avails to do that?

I used to enjoy going to festivals and didn’t mind being in the middle of a crowd. That is one more thing I could say the Marine Corps has taken from me. Or I could say that being in the middle of a crowd is not necessary and adapt to the fact I don’t really feel nervous anymore, I just feel uncomfortable. I still enjoy concerts, for some reason that crowd doesn’t bother me at all.

I have not been around much the last couple weeks. I was traveling for work last week and found out the Windows 11 update on my laptop did not include a WiFi switch so I didn’t have internet. I don’t like to read my phone for too long so I didn’t log on to Glibs at all. This week I woke up Monday a little dizzy and by Tuesday I could not walk straight. I have a vertigo oil that usually works for this, but this time all it did was take it down to where I could mostly walk straight. I could not lay down without feeling nauseous, so I have been sleeping on the couch for the last few days. This morning I started to feel normal, but I was exhausted. I haven’t had an attack this serious in quite a few years. I did not miss them.