Prosperous Journeys

I was watching Ryan Holiday’s videos again and he told the story of Zeno – the proper one – and his process in founding the stoic school of thought. It got me thinking about my own journey and perhaps perspective on the collective journeys of us all. It reaffirmed to me the purpose of the philosophy, one that has become almost a reflexive action: a innate moral code much that I can’t break from like a kind of happy programming. I’m sure Jordan Peterson would have something to say about that but I’ve always been more of a fan of Obi-wan Kenobi when it comes to worldview.

So, the story of Zeno starts in Greece two thousand or so years ago. He was from a wealthy merchant family that moved between the island city states. It was decided – by him or circumstance – that the business would be moved to Athens which required putting all of the stock and money on board the one ship. I’m sure they could have done it in a few trips but why bother when one would manage just fine? In a sudden storm, Zeno was shipwrecked and lost everything aside from his own skin. Yet years later, looking back on this devastating loss, he described this as a ‘prosperous journey‘.

Well, not all of us can be so fucking glib, you may say. Well, I’ll tell you another story – warning: some grossness.

During my GCSE year at school, I was not doing well at all in Maths. I was put in a intervention class to secure a C Grade. As it turns out, pretending to know what’s going on can only get you so far so, of course, discovering that I couldn’t really tell the time from an analogue clock at 16 was an interesting experience. In this class, a girl sat in front of me and one day she lifted her hair up from the back of her neck and started scratching at a nasty looking case of psoriasis. She scratched a wad of dead skin into her hands and with a cheeky grin, turned around and decided to blow it all into my face. Never in my life have I worked so hard to pass anything to get out of that class.

So then, my experience of classroom biological warfare was prosperous.

Obviously a different catalyst to pass my Maths GCSE would have been kinder but as Jagger said, you can’t always get what you want.

Now, in my life, I am coming to an end of a rut. A year of headaches and constriction has only eleven weeks left to it before I am off to start a new chapter. Without this year, I don’t think I would have come to the same conclusions, learned the same lessons or be the same person. I am even grateful for a failed attempt at romance that lasted for half of that time.

I keep coming back to the same lessons: the Code of Jagger, the Law of Rolling Stones, etc. I don’t mind repeating myself. I hope whoever reading this doesn’t mind either. Alas:

You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you might find, you get what you need.

Obviously, that’s easier said than done. Or is it?

… yes it is, but you’ve got this.




I’ve had a blog before.

Nothing too fancy, it was about being cynical and how terrible everything was. It was quite fun to vent on the internet but I quickly found myself running out of content whenever I had a good day or something didn’t annoy me.

The name Z3N0, while being a terrible bastardisation of the founder of stoic philosophy’s name, represents the beginning of a journey. A founding of a school of thought. While I’m not claiming to be such a thing, it’s representative of my own internal school. The founding of my own education – practically free ignoring the fee for WordPress and the books, of course (wink).

Coming to the end of 2019 and into 2020 I discovered stoicism. I had heard about it before and as a fan of Mr Spock and the Jedi, I finally decided to buy some books. My first was Seneca’s Letters from a Stoic and then suddenly I spiralled into the this new headspace. A reverse of Alice in Wonderland, finding myself tumbling out of the rabbit hole rather than down one. I’m still going, I don’t think I’ll ever stop. It’s not for everyone though, is it? Saying ‘fuck it’ at things that would normally get you down isn’t always possible to do. I’m not perfect, I’m supplementing my road to enlightenment with SSRI medication and IPA and I like to think of them as the Holy Trinity of my own mental health. Perhaps I’m missing the point entirely but hey, I’m new to this too.

I’m digressing.

This blog, this awkward and perhaps cliched corner of the internet I’m paying £3 a month to keep is to share my own journey. To discuss philosophy (most likely to myself) and note down observations and musings and whatever keeps me on the path, and to explore my own half-baked ideas on the divine nature of all things and how’s ultimately it’ll be ok. This isn’t a self-help blog or anything like that, I’m no where near qualified to be giving anyone any sage wisdom, but if you do find some of my ramblings and observations helpful to you, let me know. It’d be a privilege to hear your thoughts.

I hope this message finds you – whoever you are – well, and welcome.