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Better Days Will Shine Through
Imagine you are Seneca and tuberculosis has claimed ten years of your life in convalescence. Imagine you are Seneca and after climbing to the top of Roman life, you were cruelly exiled to some rock in the middle of nowhere.
At each of these desperate, painful moments, when it seemed like all was lost, when the sky was dark and light had vanished forever, do you know what happened? Eventually, imperceptibly, then suddenly, better days shone through. As Springsteen sings, that’s what happens. We’re down and out, exhausted, our ass draggin’, listening to the hours and minutes tickin’ away, while it’s all slippin’ away and then boom. Those better days shine through.
That’s how it went for Seneca and how it will go for you. No one can say when. No one can say in what form it will happen. But it will. Fortune behaves as she pleases, what she gives, she takes away…but she eventually gives again. It’s how it works.
You just have to hold on. You just have to be ready. As Seneca was not just once, and twice, but even the third time, when Nero’s goons came to finish him off. Even then he chose to seize the opportunity fate had presented and gave us his greatest performance and then moved on from this life to better days once again.
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