For
by attending to this you will quickly forget your anger, if this consideration
also is added, that the man is compelled: for what else could he do? Or, if you
are able, take away from him the compulsion.
—Marcus
Aurelius, Meditations, Book 10.30 (tr
Long)
One of the most rewarding aspects of
struggling to practice Stoicism has been learning some compassion. This is, at
least for me, a necessary component of Stoic living, because I cannot bring
myself to say that I love Nature if I do not also love my neighbor. He is a very
part of the whole, no less important than any other part.
I will still find myself itching for
a fight when I see people brazenly doing wrong. I will sometimes fail to resist
that longing, but I then know full well that I need to make right what I have
done wrong. There, I think, is the key: let me look to my own failings before I
lash out at those of others. I can certainly know that they do wrong, but this
does not justify my own doing wrong. “Physician, heal yourself!”
Just the other day, I shared an idea
with some colleagues, and one of them immediately dismissed it. “Well,” he
said, “we all know that’s a load of nonsense, so let’s not waste our time on
it.” He snickered and rolled his eyes. There was a wave of chuckling in the
room. Oh, how my passions welled up inside me! How dare he treat me that way!
And in that brief moment before my
Irish temper kicked in, I took a deep breath. Now how often have I also cast
someone else aside, or rejected his thoughts and feelings, or treated him like
garbage? Did I ever become any better when someone treated me poorly in return
for my own mistakes?
“Forgive them, for they know not
what they do!” That’s really what it’s all about. They think they are doing
right, however mistaken they may be in their judgments. I have often been
mistaken in my own judgments as well. I may see a big pile of money, for
example, and long for it, but only because I believe that to be something desirable.
We’ve all had that immediate feeling. We are moved by our own estimation.
So instead of dismissing others, let
me correct my own estimation first. If it is at all possible, let me then help
others to correct their own estimations as well. But let me begin with myself.
What good comes from meeting ignorance with ignorance, hatred with hatred, or
violence with violence?
Those mountains of cash, or the
parades of honor, or the bundles of pleasure call to them, since that is all they
know. If I know better, I will not throw away my own virtue to grow angry at their
vices.
Written in 3/2009
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