On acceptance
Never say of anything, I have lost it; but, I have returned it. Has your child died? It is returned.
Epictetus · Enchiridion 11
What it means
Nothing was ever owned, only lent. Grief softens a little when you hold things as borrowed.
Carry it today
Hold one thing you love today with open hands, grateful it was lent at all.
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