In
the mind of one who is chastened and purified you will find no corrupt matter,
nor impurity, nor any sore skinned over.
Nor
is his life incomplete when fate overtakes him, as one may say of an actor who
leaves the stage before ending and finishing the play.
Besides,
there is in him nothing servile, nor affected, nor too closely bound to other
things, nor yet detached from other things, nothing worthy of blame, nothing that
seeks a hiding place.
—Marcus
Aurelius, Meditations, Book 3 (tr
Long)
I have often
wondered what part I am expected to play in life, whether I will manage to
complete it, and how I might possibly know when the job is done. It can seem a
bit like trying to assemble something without directions, or finding a
destination without a map.
I may
worry that I am playing a guessing game, uncertain if I have overlooked some
important part, or if I took a wrong turn somewhere. I may fret about the whole
outcome, and ask myself if it would be better had I only made different
choices. Is this the life I was supposed to have, or did I botch it?
The very
fact that I will worry in this way is itself a part of the hindrance. I am
concerned whether, as Marcus Aurelius says, fate has overtaken me. This is only
a problem, however, if I am defining myself by my circumstances, if I am
enslaved by what goes on around me. It hardly makes a difference what the
conditions of my life may be, or how all the pieces are lined up, but rather
how I go about thinking and acting, whatever the situation is. I’m so obsessed
with having my ducks in a row, that the ducks have made me forget myself.
This is
why it doesn’t matter if my life is long or short, rich or poor, revered or
reviled. I may play the lead, with my name in lights, or I may play a bit part.
I may even just sweep the stage after the show. I shouldn’t bother myself with where
I may be located, or if I am in the situation I’m somehow supposed to be in.
Nature will take care of all of that on her own, and she only asks me to act
with virtue, whatever comes my way.
I see
this as being what is “purified” about a Stoic life. I can remove what is
extraneous, whatever ties me down to worrying about having the world ordered in
just the right manner. The world already is ordered as it should be, and I just
need to order myself. I am not separated from other things, but I am also not
ruled by them.
I
sometimes think of a Stoic liberty like an artist who is able to work in any
medium. He is able to make something beautiful, whatever he may have at hand.
I think
of my wife, who has the knack of throwing together a delicious meal from
anything that happens to be in the pantry. She doesn’t need a cookbook, and her
instincts are such that she has long abandoned measuring cups.
I think
of my father, who told me that an education doesn’t really depend as much on
the school you go to, but on what you find for yourself wherever you attend.
I’ve
heard it attributed to Yogi Berra, the Buddha, or Confucius, but I first learned
it from Buckaroo Banzai: “No matter where you go, there you are.”
Some
people tell me it’s all about “being in the right place” in your life, but I
have started to think it’s more about doing the right thing, wherever I happen
to be. I may not know how the plot will unfold, but I don’t need to. I have the
moral equipment to manage myself however it may go, or whenever it may end.
Written in 1/2005
Image: Actors and aulos player, Roman mosaic from Pompeii
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