"All a Facade", says Aurelius

Stoicism, as it has been passed down to us, was perhaps never explained with absolute clarity—not because it was incomplete, but because it was never meant to be rigid. It was left open to interpretation, allowing each thinker, ruler, and seeker to shape it according to their own experience.

What we call Stoicism today is not one philosophy but many, filtered through the realities of those who embodied it. Marcus Aurelius saw it through the lens of duty and burden. Seneca saw it through privilege and politics. Epictetus saw it through the lens of a former slave, searching for freedom within. Each refracted Stoicism through their own life’s weight—each defining its boundaries, but never fully containing its essence. And that is perhaps why any amount of words, actions, human or inhuman, can ever fully go on to define what Stoicism is trying to teach us.

Marcus Aurelius is often seen as the greatest Stoic. And he probably is, for what today's world knew him to be. But what he also was, was a deeply hurt man. Meditations read like the words of someone justifying suffering, and the reason that does not resonate with many, is because the truth, absolute reality, perhaps seeks to transform it. Aurelius's version of Stoicism was shaped by his responsibility to Rome, the weight of his crown and of the endless loss he endured.

If you interpret Stoicism as a philosophy of survival, it becomes about suppression, duty, and endurance. If you interpret it as a philosophy of perspective, it becomes about freedom, fluidity, and transformation.

Marcus Aurelius’ version of Stoicism teaches us to detach from suffering, from desires, from external circumstances. But what happens when you take the perspective away? When you remove the intellectual armour?

Strength is useful, but strength without warmth is a fortress with no doors. Acceptance is noble, but acceptance without connection is exile.

Aurelius gave the world a way to endure, but the greatest lesson was never about endurance. It was never about suffering. It was never even about wisdom.

Maybe, just maybe, It was always about love—the unbreakable force that exists beyond attachment & detachment alike, beyond chaos & discipline, beyond freedom & control alike, and perhaps beyond neutrality.

Perhaps Stoicism was never fully explained because it was never meant to be. Perhaps it was never meant to end with cold resilience, but with a realisation far deeper than logic can hold.

Strip a being of everything their mind convinces them it needs, and see love kill the ego, the harshness, the bitterness in their mind. Perhaps, this is what we dare to call God. Positivity. Optimism, Quantum theory.

Love,

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