My dream of being a Spartan soldier got crushed even before I came to this world. If I were born in Ancient Greece, Spartan elders would’ve killed me.
Well, not killed me per se. I would be but put in a clay jar and deserted outside the front door or on the roadway so I died of natural causes, which took responsibility – or guilt – away from my parents.
You might be wondering why...
When my mom brought me to the world, Nature was in a mood. It decided I was going to break the first rule of human biology – symmetry.
My right side, specially my arm, is bigger than my left side. It’s something called lymphedema – my arm’s lymph nodes are stuck and don’t drain liquid as they should.
As a child, this really bothered me. My right arm was fucking bigger than my left ard. Such a weirdo. But right now, I’m pretty happy with who I am. It made me who I am.
There’s a concept in stoicicism called Amor fati. There are certain things in life you can’t change. Why focus resources on that if they can’t be modified? Instead of complaining, you need to embrace them.
In Book 1 of Meditations, Marcus Aurelius thanks the Gods: “That I wasn’t more talented in rhetoric or poetry, or other areas. If I’d felt that I was making better progress I might never have given them up.”
I’m fit, healthy, have a beautiful girlfriend, great friends and family, and I do OK economically. And I have the luck that everytime I look at my right, I’m reminded that I have a choice in how to perceive this (and every) event.
Marcus Aurelius would also write that “a blazing fire makes flame and brightness out of everything that is thrown into it.”
With time, I discovered that embracing is better than anger.