Seneca, Epistles 107.2

ID: 5C1745E3-E90C-4F2A-B4F3-7D7A00DB6FEA
TRANSLATOR: Long
CATEGORY: [[id:3EBAB8E7-FCEE-4FE2-A54B-E6C7740702DE][Adversity]]
AUTHOR: Seneca
TEXT: Epistles

Life imposes the same conditions on us as we encounter being splashed in the bathhouse, or jostled in a public place, or soiled on a muddy road. Some things will be deliberate acts of aggression, others will be just accidents. Life is not a bed of roses. You have set out on a long road. You are bound to trip up, collide, fall down, get tired, and exclaim, "I'm ready to die" - which will be a lie. These are the sorts of mishaps you have to negotiate on this rugged journey.