Day 134: The (Stoic) Discipline of Delay | Dying Every Day

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Welcome back to Dying Every Day. This is Day 134.

We've all been there, someone interrupts you mid-sentence. The moment is small, almost forgettable—yet something tightens inside. A warmth in the chest. A quiet bracing in the jaw. The urge to correct, to defend, to be seen as right.

It all happens before a single clear thought forms. And already, a choice is waiting to be made.

This is the moment Seneca is speaking about. Anger enters the body before it reaches the mind. The breath shortens. The muscles tense up. A story starts to form rapidly: “They disrespected me. This is unfair. I must respond.” Before we fully realize it, the moment feels charged with necessity. Action feels urgent. Silence feels like surrender.

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