Notes to Myself: Practicing Stoicism
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These are the reflections I’ve gathered, visualized, and written down as I practice Stoicism. They echo the reminders in Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations—guides on how to remain aligned with the Stoic path.
- In a hundred years, I will be gone, forgotten. Those who remember me will also vanish. Like grains of Sahara sand swept away by the wind, my brief life will dissolve into nothing.
- Whatever happens to me has already been set in motion by nature. It is manageable.
- Plato died. Pythagoras died. Socrates died. Marcus Aurelius died. All of them went the same way, and so will I.
- If someone hates me—that is their burden. If someone is racist—that is their problem, not mine.
- Death is always near. Why then do I not live in the present?
- I cannot control much: my health, my friends’ laughter at my expense, the judgments of others. None of it matters. What I can control is my mind.
- With age, I will weaken. I will fall ill. My teeth will no longer crush food as they once did. I have no command over what logos has decided for me. Yet even Marcus, when sick, continued his duties.
- Death is not evil—it is like sleep. Sleep, cousin to death, is dreamless and silent. Do I fear it? Even if it is terrible, should I not still long to dine with the gods?
- Before acting, I should ask: Is this necessary?
- When speaking, I should speak less than is necessary.