This brought to mind something ancient and striking: during Roman triumphal parades, when a general returned victorious, a slave would stand behind him in the chariot and whisper, “Memento mori”—remember you will die. A reminder, in the height of glory and adoration, of his mortality. That he was not a god. That life is fleeting. A grounding gesture, much like "feet planted, eyes steady"—pulling us back from ego, distraction, or overwhelm, and anchoring us in the present with humility and clarity. Fantastic post.
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This brought to mind something ancient and striking: during Roman triumphal parades, when a general returned victorious, a slave would stand behind him in the chariot and whisper, “Memento mori”—remember you will die. A reminder, in the height of glory and adoration, of his mortality. That he was not a god. That life is fleeting. A grounding gesture, much like "feet planted, eyes steady"—pulling us back from ego, distraction, or overwhelm, and anchoring us in the present with humility and clarity. Fantastic post.
Wow Sara. This is extraordinary. It’s incredible how simple truth withstand time. I appreciate you sharing. I’m going to meditate on this one!
I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Cara. I’m passionate about Stoicism and excited to share more of its timeless wisdom in my newsletter as well!
I love this, Cara, and think of this message when I think of you! It was so wonderful catching up and feeling your spark and zest yesterday!
So good to connect. Great to see you shining my friend!