Today I will remember that virtue is its own reward. I will try to be kind, understanding, helpful, and selfless to the best of my ability.
Author Archives: Kevin Warstadt
Stoic quote of the day 07/18/23
From Marcus Aurelius: “Think of the life you have lived until now as over and, as a dead man, see what’s left as a bonus and live it according to Nature. Love the hand that fate deals you and play it as your own, for what could be more fitting?”
Life
Today I amI once was notAgain I will not beAnd always I will be myselfUntil there is no me At first I was a shriveled thingA toothless, hairless headAnd so again will I appearWhen at last I go to bed To start I was an empty slateI learned to loveI learned to hateI learned ofContinue reading “Life”
On Attachment To People
As I read the Bodhisattvacharyavataraa, one thing that I struggle with is the notion that we should avoid attachments to people. Though attachments to people may make the path to enlightenment more difficult, are these attachments not the the things that give our lives meaning? Is it not better to train oneself to maintain attachmentsContinue reading “On Attachment To People”
The Meaning of Life
I listened to this course a while ago, and it’s absolutely wonderful. https://www.thegreatcourses.com/courses/meaning-of-life-perspectives-from-the-world-s-great-intellectual-traditions I’ve been listening to it over and over again for two years. I can’t recommend it enough.
Today
Today, I will remember that things don’t happen to me. They just happen. I should not be offended when faced with difficult things.
Stoic quote of the day 07/17
From Marcus Aurelius: “Choose not to be harmed—and you won’t feel harmed. Don’t feel harmed—and you haven’t been.”
Quote of the day 07/16/23
From Seneca: “People are frugal in guarding their personal property; but as soon as it comes to squandering time they are most wasteful of the one thing in which it is right to be stingy.”
Quote of the day 07/15/23
Here’s one from Epictetus. “If you want something good, get it yourself.”
A poem
A bird alighted on a bough It came to be I know not how He sang his song While I looked on The world sang all around him In a flash It seemed to be I was the bird The bird was me
