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Seneca — The Senator

Add up your time and think through all the days of your life. You'll see that only a handful of days — and only the ones that were useless for anything else — have actually belonged to you. The politician who finally gets the power he craved can't wait to give it up. He keeps asking, 'When will this year be over?' Another person puts on public games — something he once would have paid anything to do. But now he asks, 'When can I escape from this?'

On the Shortness of Life, Section 7 28 of 87
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Seneca — The Senator Original

Balance your account, and run over all the days of your life; you will see that only a very few days, and only those which were useless for any other purpose, have been left to you. He who has obtained the _fasces_[6] for which he longed, is eager to get rid of them, and is constantly saying, "When will this year be over?" another exhibits public games, and once would have given a great deal for the chance of doing so, but now "when," says he, "shall I escape from this?"

On the Shortness of Life, Section 7 28 of 87
Seneca — The Senator

A man who guards his time carefully has enough of it. But those who give away large chunks of their lives to other people never have enough. Don't think these busy people aren't aware of what they're losing. You'll often hear those surrounded by great success cry out in the middle of their crowds of clients, their court cases, and their other prestigious burdens: "I can't live my own life!" Why can't he? Because everyone who calls on him for help pulls him away from himself. How many of your days have been consumed by that defendant you're representing? By that person running for office? By that old woman who's tired from outliving her heirs? By that man who fakes illness to stir up the greed of people hoping to inherit from him? By that powerful friend who uses you as decoration in his entourage, not as a real friend?

On the Shortness of Life, Section 7 27 of 87
Freedom & Control What Matters Most
Seneca — The Senator Original

He, therefore, had time enough: whereas those who gave up a great part of their lives to the people of necessity had not enough. Yet you need not suppose that the latter were not sometimes conscious of their loss: indeed, you will hear most of those who are troubled with great prosperity every now and then cry out amid their hosts of clients, their pleadings in court, and their other honourable troubles, "I am not allowed to live my own life." Why is he not allowed? because all those who call upon you to defend them, take you away from yourself. How many of your days have been spent by that defendant? by that candidate for office? by that old woman who is weary with burying her heirs? by that man who pretends to be ill, in order to excite the greed of those who hope to inherit his property? by that powerful friend of yours, who uses you to swell his train, not to be his friend?

On the Shortness of Life, Section 7 27 of 87
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