Sometimes i am sooooo hungry when i wake up, its like crazy. My stomach literally shrunken and aches and makes noise and it is sour.
I dunno what is happening these times, really. What was my stomach thinking god damn it?
Today, as the most wonderful person as i am, i am bringing Seneca’s Letters to Lucilius back, baby!
I want to, so i will. Nothing to scare about, i am getting better. So it wont even take that long anymore. Chill, i gotta chill and stop being afraid of this.
This is what i do now, J. You know that right? This is the rarest one thing that i have sticked to for such a long time for the 2nd month now.
I should remember why i started in the first place. I knew that it would change me forever if i start to do that.
Well, look at me now. I am forming better sentences now, my mind doesnt rush as much it used to before, i can keep my focus when talking with someone on a longer scale now.
Tell me now, how freaking good is that.
Imma tell you, it feels awesome. It finally feels like i am accomplishing something and finding some answers for myself.
As much as i still very much am a newbie and i am still figuring things out, and yes— i still hate time to time, to be having to write these stuff every single day.
Whhooeew.
Yeah, its been a minute. As I said i would, i bring Seneca ‘s letter to here and today. But i gotta fully wake my ass up first. You have to wait.
Enough yapping around. Today i wanna talk about the letter On master and slave by Seneca.
“They are slaves,” people declare.[1] Nay, rather they are men. “Slaves!” No, comrades. “Slaves!” No, they are unpretentious friends. “Slaves!” No, they are our fellow-slaves, if one reflects that Fortune has equal rights over slaves and free men alike.
The word slave have always scared me. I never understood why a person gets another person to use, to buy, to manipulate, to humiliate and everything. Of course, this is about really old times, but now the society we live under is evolving this slavery into mental state and try to control our minds.
With their phones, everyone looks like a zombie. And i am not saying that im not like that, is false. Frankly i was the top person who does that, so its why it is more scary to me.
Even for an 80 year old, seeing me in front of computer whole day, bc its my job, they would most probably think that i am a lunatic zombie too.
Omg, it is really bad that our minds are controlled by the social media. It is just ridiculous.
Following part contains a few snippets from today’s letter. The ones i saw as an interesting matter of topic for me.
Finally, the saying, in allusion to this same high-handed treatment, becomes current: “As many enemies as you have slaves.” They are not enemies when we acquire them; we make them enemies.
Here, something compelled me. Like, really deep. But i cant quite make its meaning out.
I shall pass over other cruel and inhuman conduct towards them; for we maltreat them, not as if they were men, but as if they were beasts of burden.
When the topic is any kind of human being getting left out, or getting enslaved by other races or something like that, i get so fragile and emotional about that. Slaves is one of the prior examples where human beings failed as moral creatures. Even animals don’t make each other slaves, like it is some next level shit and it is so heart breaking for me to think about it even.
In the chamber he must be a man, at the feast a boy.[2] 8. Another, whose duty it is to put a valuation on the guests, must stick to his task, poor fellow, and watch to see whose flattery and whose immodesty, whether of appetite or of language, is to get them an invitation for to-morrow.
WHY the hell someone posses someone to make them do their OWN fucking job???? Like why are you even alive then?? I understand people getting help sometimes with some of their jobs, and pay the person in return but buying someone? Treating like them animals, not even let them speak? Sorry but this is the most ridiculous thing that ancients ever had layed their hands on, its just disgusting.
With slaves like these the master cannot bear to dine; he would think it beneath his dignity to associate with his slave at the same table! Heaven forfend!
No comments. If i talk, i will get super angry for sure because i cannot stand these kinds of ideologies.
Kindly remember that he whom you call your slave sprang from the same stock, is smiled upon by the same skies, and on equal terms with yourself breathes, lives, and dies. It is just as possible for you to see in him a free-born man as for him to see in you a slave.
All humans are the same.
Treat your inferiors as you would be treated by your betters. And as often as you reflect how much power you have over a slave, remember that your master has just as much power over you. 12. “But I have no master,” you say. You are still young; perhaps you will have one.
This is not even necessarily accurate about master-slave relations, it is valid in all relations that has this some kind of role, class difference between. **
Good material often stands idle for want of an artist; make the experiment, and you will find it so. As he is a fool who, when purchasing a horse, does not consider the animal’s points, but merely his saddle and bridle; so he is doubly a fool who values a man from his clothes or from his rank, which indeed is only a robe that clothes us.
This whole statement is a poem to me. Speak Seneca, speak louder.
“He is a slave.” His soul, however, may be that of a freeman. “He is a slave.” But shall that stand in his way? Show me a man who is not a slave; one is a slave to lust, another to greed, another to ambition, and all men are slaves to fear. I will name you an ex-consul who is slave to an old hag, a millionaire who is slave to a serving-maid; I will show you youths of the noblest birth in serfdom to pantomime players! No servitude is more disgraceful than that which is self-imposed.
The form of slavery that harms a human being the most, is the self imposed one. If you decide that you are some certain way, no one can save you to change your mind, you have to believe yourself to make the difference.
That which annoys us does not necessarily injure us; but we are driven into wild rage by our luxurious lives, so that whatever does not answer our whims arouses our anger.
Anger is the thing makes humans act on their instincts without thinking. They almost become no longer human if their mind and soul is captured by the anger. They can see nothing but hate and misery in this world. In other words, they live hell on earth so to speak. It must be a scary thing.
I do not wish to delay you longer; for you need no exhortation. This, among other things, is a mark of good character: it forms its own judgments and abides by them; but badness is fickle and frequently changing, not for the better, but for something different. Farewell.
Well, this gave me some sci-fi movie ending type of mystery plot twist movie vibes. But badness is changing, not for the better, but for something different. What do you mean, Seneca? How can it change frequently if not for the better? Does it necessarily mean something evil or something even bigger than better that our imagination cannot comprehend?
Until i find my answers, peace out.
(reference : XLVII. ON MASTER AND SLAVE, Moral letters to Lucilius)
Sincerely,
xxx
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