Zeno of Citium was a merchant from Cyprus, around thirty, with a cargo of purple dye on board: the most precious trade good of his age. On a voyage to Athens his ship went down. The cargo, and with it his fortune, vanished into the sea. Zeno washed ashore with nothing. Wandering aimlessly through Athens, he ended up in a bookshop, heard the stories about Socrates and asked the bookseller where such men could be found. The man pointed at a philosopher walking past: follow him. He did. Twenty years later he founded his own school in a painted colonnade of Athens, the Stoa, and gave the philosophy its name.
Everything gone in a single day: fortune, profession, plan. The question that remains is the barest one there is: now what?
The storm, the sea and the cargo: never his, only on loan. What remained was truly his: his attention, his curiosity, his next step. Zeno later said that he made a prosperous voyage precisely when he suffered shipwreck.
Which loss in your life turned out, in hindsight, to be a turn in the road rather than an ending? And if you lost something now: would you walk into the bookshop, or keep standing on the beach?
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