‘Ο ΒΙΟΣ ΜΕΤΑ ΤΟΝ ΦΙΛΙΠΠΟΝ
’απορησα. δεχομαι ’απορειν. ’αρ’ ’αλλα δει ’απορειν;
δακρυσων φερε ’ουδεν πλην λυπεομενον. λυπεομενο τι ’αγαθα φερεν; μαλιστα γε δυναμιν ‘ως πορευσομενος μετα τιμης.
‘η δη φιλια ’αριστη. ’ει γαρ μεν ’εταιρος φερε λυπεομενον ‘ο δε φιλος δυναται φερειν ’εξουσην ’ευδαιμονιαν.
In any case, there's no point in being sad about it. It just wastes time. Emotions tend to perpetuate themselves, and I fear that if I remain in a state of funk, I will simply succeed in being sad, nothing more. In contrast, if I take what my mother tells me to do when I'm in a situation that will most likely continue to make me miserable, despite any action on my part, I may end up being happy. 'Fake it 'til you make it,' she says. If I force myself into happiness, I may end up finding something will create genuine happiness.
Plus why should I bring everyone else down because of something that wasn't my problem to begin with? I don't have to be sad. I'm just a silly git, and the whole situation has become somewhat amusing for me. Ben's right: I am over-dramatic.
As I told him, and I hope he takes this to heart in his own dealings, '. . . being sad about it sucks and doesn't fix anything. I'd rather be friends with a possibility of feeling better than wallow in self-pity over something that won't happen.' I hope somewhere in there he has a secret literature major who can reflexively interpret text messages.
In any case, all I ever really wanted was to make him smile and spend time with him. As a friend, I can get that. And essentially, that should be all I need.
δακρυσων φερε ’ουδεν πλην λυπεομενον. λυπεομενο τι ’αγαθα φερεν; μαλιστα γε δυναμιν ‘ως πορευσομενος μετα τιμης.
‘η δη φιλια ’αριστη. ’ει γαρ μεν ’εταιρος φερε λυπεομενον ‘ο δε φιλος δυναται φερειν ’εξουσην ’ευδαιμονιαν.
In any case, there's no point in being sad about it. It just wastes time. Emotions tend to perpetuate themselves, and I fear that if I remain in a state of funk, I will simply succeed in being sad, nothing more. In contrast, if I take what my mother tells me to do when I'm in a situation that will most likely continue to make me miserable, despite any action on my part, I may end up being happy. 'Fake it 'til you make it,' she says. If I force myself into happiness, I may end up finding something will create genuine happiness.
Plus why should I bring everyone else down because of something that wasn't my problem to begin with? I don't have to be sad. I'm just a silly git, and the whole situation has become somewhat amusing for me. Ben's right: I am over-dramatic.
As I told him, and I hope he takes this to heart in his own dealings, '. . . being sad about it sucks and doesn't fix anything. I'd rather be friends with a possibility of feeling better than wallow in self-pity over something that won't happen.' I hope somewhere in there he has a secret literature major who can reflexively interpret text messages.
In any case, all I ever really wanted was to make him smile and spend time with him. As a friend, I can get that. And essentially, that should be all I need.