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 It is my good luck that this happened to me, I can bear it without pain, neither crushed by the present nor fearful of the future, Marcus Aurelius wrote in his Meditations.

The first five months of this year didn’t unfold according to any plan I might’ve sketched. Uncertainties cropped up, plans derailed, and the unexpected became routine. But through all of it, two philosophical anchors steadied me: Amor Fati and Stoicism.

The phrase ukhal'ak sizi has never been so relevant.

There is nothing to complain about. When you complain too much, everything becomes a potential complaint

Amor Fati – Loving the Fate You Didn’t Choose

“Not merely to bear what is necessary, still less to conceal it…but to love it.”
– Nietzsche

Amor Fati—love of fate—isn’t just acceptance. It’s choosing to see every event, even hardship, as necessary and good in its own right. It's the idea that what happens should happen because it did happen. That mindset reshaped how I approached challenges in the first five months.

There were days when I woke up frustrated (not so ideal for a stoic), derailed by things outside my control—delays, personal setbacks, even moments of self-doubt. But instead of resisting reality or mourning how things “should” have been, Amor Fati taught me to lean into it. I began asking not, “Why this?” but, “What can this become?” Life is a learning curve; therefore, the impediment to action advances action, and what stands in the way becomes the way

If Amor Fati is the spirit, Stoicism is the structure.

From Marcus Aurelius to Epictetus, the Stoics drilled into their daily lives the idea that we cannot control external events—only our judgments, responses, and choices. For me, that philosophy became a lifeline.

Stoicism helped me pause when plans did not go as planned and remember: “This is not bad unless I decide it is.” Because, fortunately, as a stoic, I learned from Epictetus that I am not disturbed by things but by the views which I take them. That mental shift changed how I processed discomfort. I focused on what was within my control: my attitude, my effort, and my values.

Every day, I journaled briefly—not to set grand goals, but to centre myself. Questions like:

• What can I let go of today?

• How can I turn this inconvenience into fuel?

• What would Marcus or Epictetus say or do? 

• Other than that, I just listen to Robert Greene and Ryan Holiday.

When moments of friction arose—conflicts, difficult conversations, unexpected health concerns—I tried not to label them as “bad.” Instead, I leaned into the Stoic mindset: “Endure and transform.” Amor Fati then turned that endurance into enthusiasm. Could I love the discomfort for what it might teach me?

The answer, often, was yes.

I won’t pretend everything was easy. But I also didn’t break. I bent, adjusted, accepted, and at times, even laughed at the absurdity of it all, that is because life e nyaka o ntse o tlhagella se Albert Camus. And now, approaching the halfway point of the year, I feel more grounded than I did in January.

This echoes Schopenhauer’s hauntingly honest observation:
"A man can do what he wills, but he cannot will what he wills."
It reminded me that sometimes, even my own motivations and struggles weren’t entirely mine to command—and that made me more compassionate toward myself. Like the Stoics, Schopenhauer forced me to look at my freedom realistically: not as control over fate, but as control over my response to fate.

Stoicism gave me tools.
Amor Fati gave me purpose.
Together, they helped me not just survive—but embrace—the chaos.

Lately, becoming the ultimate Ubermensch

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DANKI' MDALII..

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