November 2nd, 2021
But I haven't at any time been hindered in my will, nor forced against it. And how is this possible? I have bound up my choice to act with the will of God. God wills that I be sick, such is my will. He wills that I should choose something, so do I. He wills that I reach for something, or something be given to me - I wish for the same. What God doesn't will, I do not wish for.
Epictetus bound his choices to a higher will. In that surrender lies quiet.
A plane grounds. A secret escapes the tongue. A career earned through years of devotion dissolves in a single memorandum.
Yet we still chart the course. We still gather to celebrate. We still reach for tomorrow.
Adapt. Pivot. Accept. Persevere.
The world turns on its own terms. We remain in motion.