Discipline & The Sword of Damocles

I talk a lot about how attempting success is a success, and I believe that. Yet, life is filled with temptation. There are things you should be doing, things you want to be doing, and things you are doing. If you’re a disciplined person, the most direct philosophy of your life could be that you’re constantly sacrificing what you want right now, for what you want most. And that’s a difficult sacrifice. So I commend you for it.

Out of all my writing, God-related themes such as guilt, sin, redemption, etc most appear in my poetry. It’s the nature of the form, I think. Somehow writing lines about those themes becomes easiest/most natural between 8 and 16 lines, instead of 50,000 words or 90 pages. I relate religion, in essence, to living a disciplined life. It seems believed that to live a holy life, one must limit themselves to the temptations of life. To live in exorbitance, or outside of ‘natural means’ is expressed by the 7 sins, gluttony, greed, lust, pride, envy, wrath, sloth. Since the Bible’s philosophies are a piece of the fabric of our life, beliefs, morals, and laws, (in the western world), to live disciplined, whether an individual is God-fearing or not, is to live a holy life.

Is that true?

Last week I learned the story about the sword of Damocles. Here it is as told by History.com —

via History. com

The famed “sword of Damocles” dates back to an ancient moral parable popularized by the Roman philosopher Cicero in his 45 B.C. book “Tusculan Disputations.” Cicero’s version of the tale centers on Dionysius II, a tyrannical king who once ruled over the Sicilian city of Syracuse during the fourth and fifth centuries B.C. Though rich and powerful, Dionysius was supremely unhappy. His iron-fisted rule had made him many enemies, and he was tormented by fears of assassination — so much so that he slept in a bedchamber surrounded by a moat and only trusted his daughters to shave his beard with a razor.

As Cicero tells it, the king’s dissatisfaction came to a head one day after a court flatterer named Damocles showered him with compliments and remarked how blissful his life must be. “Since this life delights you,” an annoyed Dionysius replied, “do you wish to taste it yourself and make a trial of my good fortune?” When Damocles agreed, Dionysius seated him on a golden couch and ordered a host of servants to wait on him. He was treated to succulent cuts of meat and lavished with scented perfumes and ointments. Damocles couldn’t believe his luck, but just as he was starting to enjoy the life of a king, he noticed that Dionysius had also hung a razor-sharp sword from the ceiling. It was positioned over Damocles’ head, suspended only by a single strand of horsehair. From then on, the courtier’s fear for his life made it impossible for him to savor the opulence of the feast or enjoy the servants. After casting several nervous glances at the blade dangling above him, he asked to be excused, saying he no longer wished to be so fortunate.

For Cicero, the tale of Dionysius and Damocles represented the idea that those in power always labor under the specter of anxiety and death, and that “there can be no happiness for one who is under constant apprehensions.” The parable later became a common motif in medieval literature, and the phrase “sword of Damocles” is now commonly used as a catchall term to describe a looming danger. Likewise, the saying “hanging by a thread” has become shorthand for a fraught or precarious situation. One of its more famous uses came in 1961 during the Cold War, when President John F. Kennedy gave a speech before the United Nations in which he said that “Every man, woman, and child lives under a nuclear sword of Damocles, hanging by the slenderest of threads, capable of being cut at any moment by accident or miscalculation or by madness.”

That’s a powerful story and a strong idea. What does it feel like to have the sword suspended above your head? Especially if you created a life of exorbitance through your discipline. Would it still all be worth it? As of today, at the level of a king, I do not know.

Two final notes.

One — Don’t be afraid of the way you feel

Two — Rest in Peace Virgil Abloh.

Until Thursday,





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