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A Stoic Perspective While Having Covid
I didn’t think I was ever going to get it, but I did. Next thing you know, my lower back is killing me and I’m drenched in sweat at 1:00 AM. Not fun. I didn’t feel I was going to die. Nor do I feel that at this very moment (I’m not cured yet). But I do feel like shit, but, weird shit. The best way I can describe Covid is when you took acid or any other psychodelic drug, and you are constantly asking your friends if they feel anything yet. When it hits, you know, you don’t have to ask.
My head feels fuzzy, I cannot think straight and I’m fucking done with entertainment, and “resting”. My heart rate is up. Man, it’s a weird disease. Everybody in my house has it.
Naturally, everyone is a bit afraid of the disease. Thanks to mainstream media, constantly yelling that you’re going to die with it.
I find myself in my room, with pain, and with too little brain capacity to focus on anything else than how shitty I feel. Marvelous situation.
Fortunately, my head always swerves towards a solution for my shitty states, Stoicism.
“Circumstances don’t make the man, they only reveal him to himself.”
― Epictetus
It’s so easy to preach Stoicism. But to practice it, man that’s hard.
