In our last couple +1s, we had some fun at the hospital with our Stoic friends Seneca and Epictetus.
Recall Epictetus’ wisdom that sometimes good philosophy feels more like a trip to the hospital than a spa. (Ouch!)
Seneca echoes this wisdom in Letters from a Stoic where he says, “.”
Now, of course, this does NOT mean that we need to go around like that albino monk from The da Vinci Code mutilating ourselves. (Yowsers!)
But…
It DOES mean that, at times, with a base of (and, ultimately, OUT OF a deep sense of) self-compassion, we need to give ourselves a Zen stick to the head and wake up from the bad habits that might be dragging us down.
As with the virtuous mean chat we had awhile ago, there’s a virtuous mean here.
The great Sufi philosopher Rumi comes to mind. He tells us: “This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.”
In other words, be harsh with yourself at times. Check yourself into the hospital for the surgery. Throw yourself into the furnace.
Let’s . Purify the gold within by boiling away the scum.
When?
Now. And again and again and again.
How?
With a knowing, joyful, Stoic-Sufi-Optimizing smile.