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Carpe Diem with Seneca: The Stoic Philosophy of Seizing the Day

Soul Compass
11 min readOct 11, 2023

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Once upon a time, Seneca, a wise old Roman philosopher, had a message he felt was so vital that he penned it down for generations to come: Time is the most valuable thing you have; don’t squander it. It’s like an ever-flowing river, and once it passes, you can never get it back.

Seneca warned us, like a wise elder might, that people obsess over protecting their possessions, but carelessly let time slip through their fingers. If we saw a wealthy man throwing his money in the air, we’d think he’s gone mad. Yet, we’re all guilty of throwing away something even more precious: time.

It’s like we’re all preparing for some grand future, putting off happiness for “one day” when all the stars align. Seneca shakes his head at us, urging that the future isn’t guaranteed for anyone. Instead, live your life in the here and now. If you found a stream in the desert and didn’t know when it might run dry, wouldn’t you drink as much as you could? Seneca nudges us to do just the same with the present moment.

At the end of the day, what Seneca is really telling us is to make sure that when we do reach those later years, we don’t look back with regret. Life isn’t measured by the wrinkles on our skin or the whiteness of our hair, but how we used the time given to us. The message is clear: Stop preparing to live and start living because the clock is always ticking.

In a world obsessed with material wealth and eternal youth, Seneca emerges as a sage who flips the script: Time is the ultimate non-renewable resource. It has a finite nature that can’t be negotiated or bought. Once it’s gone, it’s gone forever, like sand slipping through your fingers or the final grains in an hourglass reaching the bottom.

You see, Seneca paints a vivid picture, likening time to a river with a source and an end. But the tricky part is, none of us knows exactly where that end lies. It could be years down the road or it could be tomorrow. It’s like a game of musical chairs where the music stops at an unpredictable moment, and not everyone finds a seat. The river of time keeps flowing and there’s no going back upstream to relive or correct our pasts.

It’s a poignant message — almost like an elder whispering in your ear — that our time is…

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