
Stillness Is the Key

“If you wish to improve,” Epictetus once said, “be content to appear clueless or stupid in extraneous matters.”
Ryan Holiday • Stillness Is the Key
Every man has a passion gnawing away at the bottom of his heart, just as every fruit has its worm. —ALEXANDRE DUMAS
Ryan Holiday • Stillness Is the Key
give things a little space, don’t consume news in real time, be a season or two behind on the latest trend or cultural phenomenon, don’t let your inbox lord over your life.
Ryan Holiday • Stillness Is the Key
Only those of us who take the time to explore, to question, to extrapolate the consequences of our desires have an opportunity to overcome them and to stop regrets before they start. Only they know that real pleasure lies in having a soul that’s true and stable, happy and secure.
Ryan Holiday • Stillness Is the Key
Be fully present. Empty our mind of preconceptions. Take our time. Sit quietly and reflect. Reject distraction. Weigh advice against the counsel of our convictions. Deliberate without being paralyzed.
Ryan Holiday • Stillness Is the Key
This is, in fact, the first obligation of a leader and a decision maker. Our job is not to “go with our gut” or fixate on the first impression we form about an issue. No, we need to be strong enough to resist thinking that is too neat, too plausible, and therefore almost always wrong. Because if the leader can’t take the time to develop a clear sen
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“Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
Ryan Holiday • Stillness Is the Key
Seneca reminded himself that before we were born we were still and at peace, and so we will be once again after we die. A light loses nothing by being extinguished, he said, it just goes back to how it was before.
Ryan Holiday • Stillness Is the Key
Whitman was writing about in this verse of “Song of Myself”: Know’st thou the joys of pensive thought? Joys of the free and lonesome heart, the tender, gloomy heart? Joys of the solitary walk, the spirit bow’d yet proud, the suffering and the struggle?