Poor me, this bad thing happened to me! No, wait — lucky me. This thing happened, and I can handle it without falling apart. I'm not hurt by what's here now. I'm not afraid of what's coming next. This could have happened to anyone. But not everyone could have handled it without breaking down. So why call this bad luck instead of good luck? Can you really call something unlucky when it doesn't go against human nature? Can you call it a disaster when it doesn't work against what we're meant to do?
Oh, wretched I, to whom this mischance is happened! nay, happy I, to whom this thing being happened, I can continue without grief; neither wounded by that which is present, nor in fear of that which is to come. For as for this, it might have happened unto any man, but any man having such a thing befallen him, could not have continued without grief. Why then should that rather be an unhappiness, than this a happiness? But however, canst thou, O man! term that unhappiness, which is no mischance to the nature of man I Canst thou think that a mischance to the nature of man, which is not contrary to the end and will of his nature?