PHILOSOPHY
It’s a problem that, frankly, terrifies us: our own mortality. Youth is fleeting; we’re middle-aged before we know it; old age is looming. The modern response is to try to prolong life: if we get everything right we might add a decade or two. But close up we’re still in a panic: the weeks and months still slip away. Lucius Annaeus Seneca, known as Seneca the Younger (since his father also gained fame as a writer) takes a radically different approach: it’s not how long we live that matters but what we do now, with the time we happen to have. He’s a deeply poignant guide because his own adult life was incredibly insecure. Born into a prominent family in Spain in 4BC, he built a highly successful career as a playwright, a financier and a politician. His success led him into the orbit of the ruthless Imperial Family: he became tutor and then adviser to the horrifically unstable Nero. He knew that at any point his life could be cut short by a rumour spread by a rival or by the vindictive whim of his employers. Seneca’s beautiful, powerful idea is that time is subjective. In ten minutes we could jot down the best idea we’ve ever had; in an hour we could have the most wonderful conversation of our lives. Or, we could fret away a weekend in sullen resentment. A day could be a huge intellectual, moral and imaginative adventure; or it could be a blur of busy preoccupation with things, and people, that ultimately we don’t care about.
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