"There are times when even to live is an act of bravery.” - Seneca, Letters to Lucilius LXXVIII
That quote makes me think of my mom. A brave person who’s survived cancer (multiple times), made decisions that anybody else would have said was bonkers, and still kept moving forward.
Certainly not a critique, but my mom hasn’t always moved with equanimity through her challenges. How many of us could?
To become more resilient we must fight ourselves.
When it seems as if we’re at the end, we must not allow ourselves to become slaves to our body and our minds. We must fight. We must reminds ourselves that continuous practice of courage, temperance, and wisdom are virtues that will help us move through our life’s crucible moments.
Change is a messy, and we are all works in progress.
Perhaps you might not achieve a Zen-master level of peace. But you can be like my mom - accept fait and face it head on.
Because I know she reads this… thanks, Mom, for being a strong role model.
