Plain
Seneca — The Senator

So when you see someone wearing the purple robes of high office, when you hear their name announced again and again in the forum, don't be jealous. They bought these honors by trading away most of their life. People throw away all their years just to have one year named after them as consul. Some die in the early stages of this struggle, never reaching the heights they dreamed of. Others endure a thousand humiliations to reach that crowning moment of dignity, only to realize with horror that all their work will amount to nothing more than words carved on their tombstone.

On the Shortness of Life, Section 20 83 of 87
What Matters Most Death & Mortality
Seneca — The Senator Original

When, therefore, you see a man often wear the purple robes of office, and hear his name often repeated in the forum, do not envy him: he gains these things by losing so much of his life. Men throw away all their years in order to have one year named after them as consul: some lose their lives during the early part of the struggle, and never reach the height to which they aspired: some after having submitted to a thousand indignities in order to reach the crowning dignity, have the miserable reflexion that the only result of their labours will be the inscription on their tombstone.

On the Shortness of Life, Section 20 83 of 87
Seneca — The Senator

All busy people live unhappy lives. But the most miserable are those who aren't even busy with their own work. They have to sleep when someone else sleeps. They walk at someone else's pace. Even their love and hate — the most free things we have — are controlled by others. If these people want to know how short their lives are, they should think about how little of their time actually belongs to them.

On the Shortness of Life, Section 19 82 of 87
Freedom & Control What Matters Most
Seneca — The Senator Original

The position of all busy men is unhappy, but most unhappy of all is that of those who do not even labour at their own affairs, but have to regulate their rest by another man's sleep, their walk by another man's pace, and whose very love and hate, the freest things in the world, are at another's bidding. If such men wish to know how short their lives are, let them think how small a fraction of them is their own.

On the Shortness of Life, Section 19 82 of 87
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