The
substance of the Universe is obedient and compliant. And the Reason that
governs it has in itself no cause for doing evil, for it has no malice, nor
does it do evil to anything, nor is anything harmed by it. But all things are
made and perfected according to this Reason.
—Marcus
Aurelius, Meditations, Book 6 (tr
Long)
Whenever we face suffering, we are
inclined to think that the world is somehow unfair, broken, or simply messed
up. We might speculate that God has made some terrible mistake, or that He
takes pleasure in our pain. This may, in turn, lead us to reject the very idea
of meaning, purpose, and order in life.
To say, however, that the world has
gone bad rests on a certain understanding of good and evil, that some
circumstances are beneficial for us, while others are harmful for us. Stoicism
suggests a different measure. Things are as they are for a reason, even as we
do not always fathom the specifics of the reason. They are, in turn, good or
bad for us only insofar as we succeed or fail in making use of them to nurture
our own virtue.
If benefit and harm for us are not
in what happens, but in what we do with what happens, the world has hardly gone
bad. We have rather chosen to take the world badly.
I should not determine my life by
what I passively receive, but in what I actively do. There is something deeply
liberating, though perhaps also frightening, about recognizing that only I am
responsible for what is good or bad in my life, because the value of my life is
in my own thoughts and deeds.
With all effects admitting of
causes, all causality admitting of order, and all order admitting of design, I
can rest assured that everything that is given, however it may at first appear,
is an opportunity granted by Providence. That I, and every other rational
being, can choose well or choose poorly is also a part of that Providence.
Divine Reason, however I may
understand it or speak of it, does not admit of imperfection, because it is
itself the source of all expressions of existence, of all modifications of
substance, that from which all change proceeds, and that to which all change
returns. Ignorance, or indifference, or error, or injustice, or malice, all of
which are incomplete, have no place in what is perfectly complete.
I think of how often I have blamed
others, or blamed the world, or blamed God for something having gone wrong. I
need to rid myself, however, even of the very concept of things going wrong at all. Only I am accountable
for what is right or wrong in my life, for that which is within my power.
“She doesn’t love me, so life is
unfair.” “It didn’t go my way, so the world is crooked.” I have suffered great
pain, so God must hate me.” None of these statements are true for me, because I
am falsely presuming that what I receive, my preference, and my pleasure or
pain are in any way a standard of good.
Everything that Nature provides,
through presence or absence, can be used well.
Written in 9/2006
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