I was re-reading Seneca’s On Providence this morning. I’ve read it a bunch of times before, but it hit hard again.
Every time I feel complacent or start complaining too much, I go back to the Stoics. They remind me of something I’ve always felt: Hardship is good.
Most people think happiness comes from comfort. From eliminating struggle. From making life as easy as possible.
But comfort is overrated. Life without challenges is not life at all. It’s an early death.