“It is not that we have so little time but that we lose so much. … The life we receive is not short but we make it so; we are not ill provided but use what we have wastefully.” ― Seneca, On the Shortness of Life
I’m writing this after waking up this morning at 2.30 am. I’m not tired at all. My mind is racing. I want to go and make coffee. I want to do stuff. I want to change the world. So I make coffee, check some emails and work on my blog for a bit. Now it’s 9.11 am and I’m ready to crash. I can’t see myself making it to noon. Shit.
Well, the good intention was there. It still is. I still want to change the world. But I may need a nap first.
How’s your 2.30 am going? Or is it 3, or 4? I watched a TED Talk recently called ‘The 4 am Mystery‘, the speaker entertainingly presents his findings on why 4 am has achieved cult status in popular culture as that most fearful hour when being able to sleep seems like a sick joke and the highlight reel of one’s entire life, featuring every regret, fear and wrong turn flashes before the eyes. For me, 4 am, and often 2.30, is Seneca, the Yoda of Stoicism, standing by my bed in a chalky toga, slapping me in the face and pouring cold shivers down my spine.
“Get up you lazy son of a bitch! You’ve got stuff to do, plans to make, things to create!”
What was ancient Roman for ‘lazy son of a bitch’? Well, Seneca, thanks, I’m up. I hope you’re happy. I just wish I didn’t feel like I’ve been punched in the face by a lunatic panda. Right, now who’s with me for saving the world?
Dive into some Seneca, if you dare.