In
everything that happens keep before your eyes those to whom the same things
happened, and how they were vexed, and treated them as strange things, and
found fault with them.
And
now where are they? Nowhere. Why then do you too choose to act in the same way?
And why do you not leave these agitations that are foreign to Nature, to those
who cause them and those who are moved by them?
And
why are you not altogether intent upon the right way of making use of the
things that happen to you? For then you will use them well, and they will be a
material for you to work on. Only attend to yourself, and resolve to be a good
man in every act that you do.
—Marcus
Aurelius, Meditations, Book 7 (tr
Long)
If I choose to be dissatisfied with
my circumstances, I will end up filling myself with frustration and anxiety. I
may then lash out at others, or I may turn upon myself, but in either case I
have failed to make anything better, and I have only made myself worse.
This may seem so obvious when I
observe it in someone else, and I may wonder how anyone could be so foolish.
Now let me apply the insight to myself, where I am so caught up in my own
passions, and where an impartial judgment is not quite as easy. If I look
carefully, I will see that I often do exactly the same things I shake my head
at in others.
I may express myself with anger,
sadness, desperation, or vengeance. I may become obsessed with one thing, and
neglectful of anything else. I will frantically assume that if I somehow “fix”
the problems around me, then my life will be right back on track. After all, if
things aren’t the way I want them to be, I assume I should just push back
harder, scream louder, complain with more spite, or stomp my foot with more
indignation. But what it all shares in common is the misguided belief that my
happiness follows from the world going my way.
I had a temper tantrum as a child
because I couldn’t watch a certain show on TV, I injured my foot by repeatedly
kicking a boulder when a girl told me I wasn’t worth her time, and I drank
myself stupid when other people didn’t listen. I might as well have held my
breath until God Himself finally gave in and handed me whatever I wanted.
One thing that always troubled me when
I was younger was the way people were so quick to insult and demean one
another. They seemed shocked when there was lying, cheating, murder, and mayhem
in the world, but at the same time they would gladly put down the people around
them, sometimes in the most vicious and heartless of ways. It seemed so
unnecessary.
But then I noticed I would sometimes
do exactly the same thing, and I looked at my own motives. I would speak and
act poorly toward others when I wasn’t happy with my situation, and so I would
turn the force of my own misery outwards at them. Could it be that they were
doing much the same? Here I had thought they would diminish me because they
felt superior to me, when perhaps they were diminishing me because they felt so
diminished themselves.
At the root of it all is how I will
decide to find my happiness, whether within myself or from the things around
me, and in turn what I will decide needs fixing and changing, myself or the
things around me. If I look to my own thoughts and actions, I must simply
adjust my thoughts and actions when life seems to be going wrong. But if I look
to making the world fit my desires, I will only find myself disturbed and
enraged.
The grasping man always finds
something he doesn’t like, and so he fights it. The contented man always finds
something good in everything, and so he works with it. He recognizes that a frustration
is an opportunity, and an obstacle is a tool for self-improvement.
I shouldn’t get angry when the world
doesn’t seem right, but I should make myself right instead. It’s like the
difference between slamming myself into a brick wall or sitting down for a rest
under its shade.
Written in 1/2008
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