Here we are, in the closing hours of a grand year. This year was the occasion for us to know how much the pandemic hit us, and how well we will recover. Whatever you say is the outcome, it is just fine. You cannot do anything about it. We can however move on.
I don’t give advice. I am a ruminator, not an advice-producing machine. But if there is any piece of cheesy philosophy I would serve you, it will be this one thing; be less risk-averse.
Fear risk less. Don’t be stupid though. Just take on a little more bravery.
It is hard to live your best life in safe confines. Know when to take cover. Know when to ride into the wind.
About the singing fat lady, the waves can change direction. You have managed to move from zero to one. Hold on and expect that time and chance blows you from one to a hundred or a thousand.
About platonified planning, make your plans like rubber with the quality to expand without breaking. Rigid-as-glass planning will break under anything that tests its fragility. Become antifragile. Remember, “when in doubt, create.”
About friendship, find the people that are best for you. They might not fit your ideal expectations. But remember, “the best things come from the strangest places.”
About the change in the year, nothing really changes except for the temporal euphoria. Learn to be stable. This was the primary message of the stoics. In the face of victory and defeat, be composed. Remember, “the only article lady Fortuna has no control over is your behavior.”
Lastly, about death, that dreaded enemy of life, regard less. Don’t spend your life in fear of it. Live knowing that whatever you will do, it will arrive. Remember, “it isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts. But only, how did you die?”
And that will be all for now, until we speak on the other side of chronos’ curtain.
Shalom.
Yours,
You already know who it is.