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This letter from Seneca focuses mainly on the idea of spending quality time. With authors, ideas, places, people, or things. The value of a person, writing, or thing has to do with the respect you give it as much as it’s own value… sometimes.

The second letter, what a treat! Read the rest of this entry »


the stoic of them all

These ideas pulled from the first letter Seneca wrote to Lucius. Seneca’s most famous work, Letters from a Stoic, are made up of this and the letters that followed it. The book is great but at least check out what is bold below.

Nothing, Lucius, is ours, except time. – Seneca

Letter I

Summary: Value your time, it’s all that you really have. Realizing that time is limited and death is always coming for you allows you a more healthy perspective on how you live each hour.

-Eliminate common time drains.
-Email is nearly always somebody else demanding our time.
-Don’t go to an event if you don’t want to, they won’t hate you.
-Don’t ‘vegitate’ – unless you’re really enjoying it.
-Cut conversations short if you don’t want to be in them.
-No matter what you are doing, you’re dieing. Focus on what is happening in the present, worry about the future in the future.
-Prioritize. Is this task really that urgent? What would happen if you did something more important to you instead?

For more on the value of time, see “On the Shortness of Life”

Continue to act thus, my dear Lucilius – set yourself free for your own sake; gather and save your time, which till lately has been forced from you, or filched away, or has merely slipped from your hands. Make yourself believe the truth of my words, – that certain moments are torn from us, that some are gently removed, and that others glide beyond our reach. The most disgraceful kind of loss, however, is that due to carelessness. Furthermore, if you will pay close heed to the problem, you will find that the largest portion of our life passes while we are doing ill, a goodly share while we are doing nothing, and the whole while we are doing that which is not to the purpose.

What man can you show me who places any value on his time, who reckons the worth of each day, who understands that he is dying daily? For we are mistaken when we look forward to death; the major portion of death has already passed, Whatever years be behind us are in death’s hands. Therefore, Lucilius, do as you write me that you are doing: hold every hour in your grasp. Lay hold of to-day’s task, and you will not need to depend so much upon to-morrow’s. While we are postponing, life speeds by.

Nothing, Lucilius, is ours, except time. We were entrusted by nature with the ownership of this single thing, so fleeting and slippery that anyone who will can oust us from possession. What fools these mortals be! They allow the cheapest and most useless things, which can easily be replaced, to be charged in the reckoning, after they have acquired them; but they never regard themselves as in debt when they have received some of that precious commodity, – time! And yet time is the one loan which even a grateful recipient cannot repay.

You may desire to know how I, who preach to you so freely, am practising. I confess frankly: my expense account balances, as you would expect from one who is free-handed but careful. I cannot boast that I waste nothing, but I can at least tell you what I am wasting, and the cause and manner of the loss; I can give you the reasons why I am a poor man. My situation, however, is the same as that of many who are reduced to slender means through no fault of their own: every one forgives them, but no one comes to their rescue.

What is the state of things, then? It is this: I do not regard a man as poor, if the little which remains is enough for him. I advise you, however, to keep what is really yours; and you cannot begin too early. For, as our ancestors believed, it is too late to spare when you reach the dregs of the cask.Of that which remains at the bottom, the amount is slight, and the quality is vile. Farewell

maine runs on these scorpion cousins

[Yes, Maine was one of the first states so it has more right to be Amurican than most states. So me calling it Canadian has no real basis in anything except a picture on a map, but either does anything else I’ve said today. I hope you can make sense of this madness below.]

My grandma put a gun to my grandpa’s head 37 years ago. “You will buy this fucking cabin, Edward.” He did, but there was no gun involved and there certainly were no curse words. My grandma was maybe the greatest student of Mary Baker Eddy’s Christian Science. If I thought that a religion could capture the elusive Truth then I’d try to be the second greatest student of that religion. Nana is gone now but she left me with a cabin in the woods to retreat to with family, a lot of love, a closeness with family, her Christian Science studies, and an appreciation for the incomplete disappearance of somebody when they die – she’s always there in very real ways. Love you Nana <3. Read the rest of this entry »

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