The Stoics and the Tao

    Wisdom for Living3 November 2022

    I get more and more inspired by the Stoics. There are some commonalities with Taoism, but it has a more pragmatic view on how to maintain happiness in a world of change and suffering. The more I learn about their writings, the more I realise that it is so much more than just ‘gritting it out’ or denying pleasure. Rather, it is about being clear on what we can and cannot change. A stoic hopes for the best and prepares (mentally) for the worst. They don’t waste time and energy worrying or fighting what is beyond their control.

    I find it remarkable that the Stoic texts written thousands of years ago still resonate today. It suggests that, as humans and as societies, we still have much the same drivers and ideas; similar fears and passions, even ways of organising.

    What I like about Seneca is his emphasis on quality rather than quantity of life. “So it is: we are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not ill-supplied but wasteful of it … life is long if you know how to use it.” It’s not that we can, or even should be constantly productive. Rather it is that we should try not to get trapped in meaningless pursuits or trivial activities.

    The notion of ‘the good life’ – Aristotle’s ‘eudaimonia’ – is a similar idea. Epictetus brings a stoic perspective to this ideal, a philosophy I have come to appreciate. He says “the true man is revealed in difficult times.” I also like his call for humility: “a person is not going to undertake to learn anything that they think they already know.”

    The bridge from Stoicism to Taoism is to accept that life is changeable and full of dilemmas and paradoxes. The Tao Te Ching has long been my favourite philosophical text. By learning to reconcile the ‘yin’ and ‘yang’ – the apparent opposites – or rather to dance with them, to sync with the ebb and flow, and to find a pathway through the chaos, this is the ultimate task of living.

    Diary entries, 3 November 2022 and 1 June 2025

    The Good Life

    I’m living the good life, as best I can:
    I’m giving as much as taking, and more –
    I’m opening every door of opportunity, taking
    To the floor and dancing to the giddy swirl
    Of opposites, of yin and yang, the flash
    Of fang and claw, and the tranquil pond
    With its unfurled frond of knowledge, reflected
    In the unfathomed depths of wisdom’s eye
    That ripples and trickles into a burbling stream
    Of consciousness, that eddies and readies
    The mind for clarity of thought, even while
    Feelings froth in rapids and undercurrents,
    Churning and yearning for the endless ocean,
    Flowing unknowing towards a greater fate,
    A larger identity, in sync with the moon
    Of enlightenment, swaying to the rhythmic tides
    Of love and fear, from forces near and far,
    The star of destiny and the crashing waves,
    Surfing the changes as each pattern rearranges
    To reveal a new face, a fresh chase, a long race
    To the beginning, beyond losing and winning,
    At the heart of pain and joy – this is the art
    Of living the good life, as best we can.

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