This is one of many passages I love in Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations:
“Casting aside other things, hold to the precious few;
and besides bear in mind that every [hu]man lives only the present, which is an indivisible point, and that all the rest of his life is either past or is uncertain.
Brief is [hu]man’s life and small the nook of the earth where he lives;
brief too, is the longest posthumous fame, buoyed only by a succession of poor human beings who will very soon die and who know little of themselves, much less of someone who died long ago.”
— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
This reminds me to lasso my wandering ego-mind from its futile forays into the future and the past, and bring it close to my side, here in the small but precious realness of the present. 🌱
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