The virus doesn’t care.
It doesn’t care that you were just about to open your first retail shop. It doesn’t care that you love visiting your grandmother. It doesn’t care that you recently finished chemotherapy. It doesn’t care about the collateral damage. It doesn’t care about your theories or your political beliefs. It doesn’t care about anything.
And for the “virus” we can plug in lots of things. Fate. Death. Tyrants. Time. The economy. Creative destruction. As the Tim McGraw song says, the highway don’t care. It doesn’t care that you’re a good person. It doesn’t care that you looked down at your phone for just one second. It doesn’t care that you had your whole life in front of you.
In Meditations, Marcus Aurelius quotes a long-lost fragment from Euripides. Why should you be angry at the world, he says, as if the world would notice. The world doesn’t care that it broke your heart. The world doesn’t care that you really, really needed something. Fate and fortune are indifferent. Objective. Merciless. They just keep marching on.
We can get upset about this. We can take it personally. But why? This doesn’t change anything either...except to make us extra unhappy on top. All we can do is accept what they are and what they represent. All we can do is fight to protect ourselves and the people we care about. All we can do is continue to hold ourselves to the standards we believe in. All we can do is live while we can... The DailyStoic
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