Am
I doing anything? I do it with reference to the good of mankind.
Does
anything happen to me? I receive it and refer it to the gods, and the source of
all things, from which all that happens is derived.
—Marcus
Aurelius, Meditations, Book 8 (tr
Long)
If I am acting,
let me act in a way that is right, and serves only what is fair and just. If I
am acted upon, let me understand it in a way that is right, and discern how it
serves the purpose and order of all things.
There are all
sorts of terms, from all sorts of traditions, that we may use to describe the state
of a soul that is harmonious. Call it peace, serenity, enlightenment, holiness,
or tranquility, but from a Stoic perspective I always see it as the balance
between my own deeds and the sum of everything that is done to me.
I can rest in
the knowledge that anything I do is within my power to be good, and that
anything that happens exists, however mysteriously or indirectly, for the sake
of the greatest good.
People are not
born into conflict; conflict is something we choose from our own
misunderstanding about life.
“Will I catch a
fish, and gut it, and cook it, and eat it?” Yes, but there is no conflict
there. What I have done, and what has happened to the fish, is a part of
Nature.
“Will the lion
pounce on me, and kill me, and consume me, and leave what is left for the
jackals?” Yes, but there is no conflict there. What the lion has done, and what
has happened to me, is a part of Nature.
“But it means
that things must die!” Yes, it does. The dying isn’t a problem, because death
is never an evil. Living poorly, while I am still alive, is an evil. The fish,
or the lion, live by their instincts, and I should live by my reason.
I have had the
blessing of knowing people who lived in tranquility, whatever their
backgrounds, and whether they lived with the world at their feet or were tossed
into the gutter. What they all had in common was an awareness of what is true,
good, and beautiful. They found joy both in what they did, and in what happened
to them.
I have
sometimes been jealous and resentful of tranquil people, but that never had
anything to do with them. It has had everything to do with me, and with the
disorder within my own soul. How foolish, and how arrogant, it is for me to
blame another for being happy, if I have chosen to be miserable.
Written in 3/2008
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