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10 Timeless Tips From Marcus Aurelius To Improve Your Life in 2024

Anas Bedraoui, 5 mon.
Marcus Aurelius, the Roman Emperor and Stoic philosopher, authored Meditations, a work that continues to influence readers with its profound insights into human behavior and ethics. His teachings are particularly relevant in the contemporary world, providing guidance on how to navigate life’s challenges with grace and wisdom. Below, we explore ten of Marcus Aurelius’ lessons, each explained in detail to help you lead a more thoughtful and impactful life in 2024. 1. Embrace the Present Marcus Aurelius consistently emphasized the importance of focusing on the present moment. In a world where distractions are a constant, the ability to concentrate on the now can significantly enhance our effectiveness and enjoyment of life. He wrote, “Confine yourself to the present,” a simple directive that urges us to ignore past regrets and future anxieties. This mindfulness helps us to cherish the time we have, appreciate small joys, and engage more deeply with our work and relationships. It’s a reminder that the present is all we truly own, and mastering it is the key to a fulfilled life. 2. Control Your Reactions One of the core principles of Stoicism is the distinction between what is within our control and what is not. Marcus Aurelius put it succinctly: “You have power over your mind — not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.” By internalizing this lesson, we learn to respond to life’s unpredictabilities with composure and maintain our tranquility. This philosophy does not suggest passivity but rather advocates for a proactive stance towards things we can influence while accepting those we cannot. Adopting this mindset fosters resilience, reduces stress, and improves our overall mental health, making us more effective in personal and professional spheres. 3. Recognize the Power of Perception Marcus Aurelius offers a powerful reminder about the subjective nature of reality: “Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.” Our experiences and emotions are heavily influenced by how we choose to interpret events and situations. By consciously shaping our perceptions, we can steer our lives toward optimism and success. This lesson is invaluable in dealing with interpersonal conflicts, career challenges, and personal setbacks. By adjusting our perceptions, we empower ourselves to find solutions and maintain a positive outlook, irrespective of circumstances. 4. Practice Gratitude Gratitude is a theme Marcus Aurelius returns to frequently in his writings. He encourages us to consider, “When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive — to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” By starting each day with a sense of gratitude, we focus on the abundance in our lives rather than what we may lack. This shift in focus can dramatically improve our mood and outlook, increasing overall life satisfaction and fostering a generous spirit towards others. Gratitude, as Aurelius teaches, turns what we have into enough and more, and it enriches our lives by deepening our relationships and our appreciation for the simple things. 5. Be Mindful of Your Mortality Contemplating mortality is a common Stoic exercise to enhance the quality of life, famously summarized in the phrase memento mori. Marcus Aurelius writes, “Think of yourself as dead. You have lived your life. Now take what’s left and live it properly.” Remembering that life is finite can motivate us to live with more purpose and urgency. It helps prioritize what truly matters, stripping away the trivial and superficial. This awareness leads to a more intentional life where actions and choices are aligned with personal values and long-term goals. 6. Lead by Example Marcus Aurelius believed strongly in the power of leading by example: “Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.” In every role we undertake, whether as managers, parents, or friends, we have the opportunity to embody the virtues we advocate. This approach builds credibility and fosters an environment of trust and respect. By living the qualities we esteem, we inspire those around us to elevate their own conduct, creating a ripple effect that can transform communities and cultures. 7. Value Simplicity In his meditations, Marcus Aurelius often reflects on the virtues of living simply: “Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.” This principle is especially relevant in today’s consumer-driven society, where there is constant pressure to seek happiness through accumulation. Aurelius teaches us that true contentment comes from within and that a life uncluttered by excess frees us to focus on our personal growth and the things that truly matter — relationships, self-care, and personal achievements. 8. Keep Learning and Growing Lifelong learning is another theme that permeates the writings of Marcus Aurelius. He advises, “Never stop learning. If you learn one new thing every day, you will overcome 99% of your competition.” This pursuit of knowledge not only keeps us mentally active and engaged but also ensures that we continue to grow and adapt, which is crucial in a rapidly changing world. This commitment to personal development helps us to meet challenges creatively and remain competitive in our careers. 9. Serve Others Stoicism teaches that our lives are not our own, but rather part of a larger community of which we are inherently a part. Marcus Aurelius wrote, “What we do now echoes in eternity.” Our actions have impacts beyond our immediate environment. Serving others and contributing to the community provides a sense of purpose and fulfillment. It creates a legacy of kindness and generosity that can outlive our physical existence, influencing generations to come. 10. Find Resilience in Adversity Finally, Marcus Aurelius viewed obstacles as opportunities for growth: “The impediment to action advances action. What stands in the way becomes the way.” This mindset transforms challenges into valuable lessons, cultivating resilience and a proactive attitude toward life’s inevitable difficulties. It teaches us that each hurdle we overcome enhances our ability to navigate future crises, turning adversity into a catalyst for strength and renewal. These ten lessons from Marcus Aurelius, deeply embedded in Stoic philosophy, offer powerful strategies for leading a life of greater purpose, resilience, and fulfillment. As we look to the future, his ancient wisdom remains ever relevant, guiding us through the complexities of modern existence with grace and poise.

God surely forgives lies for a good cause Part 1

Aziz Daouda, 5 mon.
His mother had been suffering from a very serious illness for months. Everyone around her knew that her life was going to be shorter and shorter and that it was only a matter of time before she left them forever. The mother was the only one who didn't know it and who had the hope of an almost certain recovery. At the first diagnosis, the doctors thought they could work some miracle. He was happy about it, convinced that a surgical intervention, the work of a great specialist, would restart the machine. It was just an optical illusion one would say. To his great dismay, the same afternoon, he was told that the operation was not possible. It was too late. The disease had spread like a constellation of hundreds of stars. Poor mother's entire body was riddled with small, seemingly quiet particles, so dangerous, so uncontrollable. No medicine could dislodge them from this body so pale, so frail. Total impotence. With his sisters Aoula and Tania present with him at the mother's bedside, they decided not to say anything to either the mother or the 80-age father who naively trusted them a lot and believed everything they told him as a version of things. Perhaps he was also pretending so as not to contradict them. He had to be taken care of too, they thought. On the contrary, they told him that the doctors had seen that it was not necessary to operate on his wife of half a century or more and that with light radiotherapy and appropriate medication, everything would return to normal. Today he still remembers the big smile of relief from his mother who told those who visited her, with a beaming face, that thank God she was going to make it through without surgery. She experienced it as a moment of triumph against illness, a moment of glory, a moment of rediscovered youth. Her face lit up and regained color...These were the last moments of joy and happiness for the poor mother.

God certainly forgives lying for a good cause. Part 2

Aziz Daouda, 5 mon.
God certainly forgives lying for a good cause. Hazard doing things well, sometimes, this period coincided exactly with the end that he had decided for his long and trying career. He had thought about it for a long time and had resigned himself to a break that he intended to be definitive. This made him available to stand by the mother he loved so much. He thus spent most of his time at her bedside, as did his sisters who were present at the family home permanently to take care of the one who had made eight litters, appreciated academics, citizens devoted to their country. It couldn't be otherwise. The example was a mother who had attended the first classes of the modern school in Fez and a father who was more than devoted to his profession. The frequent trips to the clinic for check-ups or perhaps to leave some amount of money there again and again, were for the mother synonymous with hope and for them with repeated ordeal; renewed moments of confirmation of despair; Things were getting worse every day, exponentially... He wondered all the time if this medical relentlessness was wise or if he was just speeding things up. He will never have an answer to his questions. At every moment he wished for good not to relive this decline, if he himself were to be affected one day. Suspecting something, one day the mother asked sister Tania to explain to her why he was still there and why he no longer worked. She wanted to know if it had any relation to her health. He then felt that perhaps he should disappear for a few days. Just to reassure the poor mother, even paler, even more frail. He then decided to travel to Brazzaville where for several years already, he had been organizing, on behalf of the Town Hall, at the time one of the best sports festivals on the continent. For this reason, Congolese President Sassou Nguessou made him an Officer of the National Order. A decoration which tickled his pride and which he often talks about. He was convinced that such a trip for few days would reassure the mother about her state of health and reassure her. He read that in her eyes and heard it in the tone of her hesitant voice when he told her that he was going to the Congo for work. Two days later he arrived in Brazzaville around 2 a.m.… Barely in his room with his suitcase still unpacked, he receives a call from his sister Tania, overcome by an astonishing panic: “She died”, he asked without even thinking? Tania reassures him that no, but that the poor mother had fallen into a deep coma. The Casablanca-Brazzaville and return connection was daily. So, he only had to wait until the next night to return. He took the trouble to apologize to thz host Mayor Alfonse L, then director of the festival, and set off on his way back. He reached his mother's bedside in an irreversible sleep on March 14. In the evening around 8 or 9 p.m., while he was holding her hand, his brother M was reciting Surah Yacine to him out loud, and all his children: J, A, El, F his wife, were around the medical bed where the mother had spent a few weeks, in the room that had been specially designed for her; she gave up the ghost. One last deep breath, one last long and soft sigh which spoke volumes about the suffering endured for months. His right hand, which he was holding tenderly, relaxed and began to cool. The dad who was there of course, couldn't believe it. While he announced to everyone that she was gone, the father shouted at him that no and that he just had to resuscitate her, addressing with authority his son M, a doctor of proven competence. It took a few long minutes for the dad to come to his senses and accept that he had just lost his soul mate at that precise moment. The one who brilliantly gave him 8 children and educated them all in the best possible way. This is how the late mother left, 17 years ago to the day. The same day his younger sister S gave birth to Z who today we call the bogoss at the age of 17. Like life goes on. The day after the death, while her sister S was returning home with her baby in hand, the others were preparing to put the inert body of the mother in the ground, peacefully lying there, meticulously washed and wrapped in the traditional white shroud. Before she was completely enclosed in this sheet; they had all leaned over to place a last kiss on the deceased's face but do she felt it, do she felt such pain that tore their insides. Sadness, pain, support from close friends, solidarity from the extended family, incense and the Koran, a few cries, intertwined in an unforgettable moment, with indelible traces. Every year on the eve of this sad anniversary, his daughter calls him to support him because she knows the pain that the mother's disappearance had instilled in him. She then asks him to make an offering in her name. A symbolic sum that he gives to the first needy person who crosses his path that day. Her daughter and her grandmother were very close. She often tells him: “It was Lalla who taught us to be the men and women we are today, each of us bears the trace of her example and her teaching. »

I Saw Aicha Kandisha, And I Am Cursed To Never Forget

Anas Bedraoui, 5 mon.
3 min read.
Deep in the heart of Moroccan lore, where ancient spirits linger like echoes in the Sahara’s wind, lies a tale that turns the blood of its listeners to ice. This isn’t just a story; it’s a personal confession, a chilling recount of my encounter with the feared Aicha Kandisha on the night of July 15, 2009. It was the height of summer in 2009 when my interest in the myths of Morocco led me to a quaint village cradled by the Atlas Mountains. Among the local spirits, Aicha Kandisha is perhaps the most captivating and terrifying. Depicted with the legs of a goat and a bewitching beauty that belies her true nature, she is both feared and revered as a water jinn who brings a curse upon any man who lays eyes upon her. Driven by a blend of skepticism and intrigue, I dismissed the stern warnings of the villagers and made my way to a stream rumored to be haunted on the outskirts of the village. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the clock neared 8:43 PM, I found myself standing by the gently flowing waters enveloped in the heavy, sweet scent of wild jasmine — a smell that was soon accompanied by an unsettling sense of foreboding. At precisely 9:17 PM, a sudden, icy wind cut through the valley, rustling the leaves and carrying with it the faint murmur of ancient voices. The air grew colder, and I felt an eerie sensation of being watched. When I turned, my heart seized at the sight before me. There, by the water’s edge, stood a figure of both mesmerizing and horrific aspect. Her beauty was otherworldly, with eyes that smoldered like dark embers and skin that glowed softly under the moonlight. Yet, it was her legs that truly horrified — cloven and covered in coarse black fur, they stamped lightly on the soft earth as she moved towards me with an unsettling grace. Rooted to the spot, I watched as she approached. She spoke in a voice that was both melodious and laden with a deep, enduring sorrow, “Why do you seek me, son of distant lands?” Her gaze pierced deep into my soul, paralyzing me further. I was unable to speak, completely caught in her hypnotic presence. She circled around me, her intense fragrance of jasmine growing stronger and more heady, almost overpowering in its intensity. “Many have sought me out, driven by curiosity or what they perceive as bravery. Few have managed to leave without bearing some form of scar,” she whispered, her voice chilling as her breath brushed against my ear. The wind grew into a roar by 9:36 PM, now carrying with it the screams of those long tormented and lost. The waters of the stream began to thrash and churn as if something ancient and monstrous stirred beneath its surface. Fear gripped me entirely, and in a desperate attempt to communicate, I found my voice, “I meant no disrespect, I merely wished to learn more,” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, pleading for some semblance of mercy. Her laughter rang out then, a sound that seemed to mock my very existence, resonant and echoing through the valley, “Then learn you shall,” she declared ominously, “But remember, all knowledge comes at a price.” She vanished into the night at 9:45 PM, leaving me alone by the now tumultuous stream, her lingering presence like a cold shadow in the air. I made my way back to the village, a changed man. The villagers saw the terror etched upon my face and the unnatural pallor of my skin. They knew without words that Aicha Kandisha had marked me, a silent testament that certain mysteries should indeed remain untouched. To this day, I am haunted by nightmares filled with the scent of jasmine and the pale light of the moon. Her mocking laughter echoes in my ears, a cruel reminder of my encounter. Each night as the air grows thick with the fragrance of jasmine and the shadows lengthen under the moonlight, I feel her icy gaze upon me from the darkness, watching and perhaps amused by my lingering terror, ready to remind me once more of the dreadful cost of my forbidden curiosity. The encounter has left an indelible mark on my psyche, a deep-seated fear that perhaps some secrets are indeed too perilous to explore, and that some spirits, like Aicha Kandisha, are better left in the realm of the unknown.
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How My Cat is Enhancing My PhD Experience

Anas Bedraoui, 5 mon.
Pursuing a PhD is a monumental commitment marked by long hours, intense research, and significant stress. However, within this academic environment, I’ve discovered an unlikely ally in my studies — my cat. Here’s a closer look at how my feline companion isn’t just a pet, but a vital support in my PhD endeavors. Emotional Support in Times of Stress PhD programs are known for their rigorous demands, which can lead to substantial stress and anxiety. In these moments, the calming presence of a cat can be incredibly soothing. Research shows that interacting with cats can lower cortisol levels (a stress-related hormone) and increase serotonin, the chemical responsible for feelings of well-being. My cat seems to instinctively know when I need a comforting nudge or a purr-filled cuddle, providing relief that helps me refocus and persist. Creating a Structured Routine One of the challenges of a PhD is the need for self-discipline and a structured daily schedule. Cats, with their steadfast adherence to routine (demanding food and attention at regular times), help in establishing and maintaining this daily schedule. The responsibility of caring for my cat ensures that I start my day early and take necessary breaks, crucial for maintaining productivity and well-being. Unconditional Companionship The path to earning a PhD can be a lonely one, with hours spent alone reading, writing, and conducting experiments. Loneliness can be a significant hurdle, but my cat offers constant companionship without the complex social interactions that can sometimes be overwhelming. This presence helps alleviate feelings of isolation and boosts my mood on challenging days. Motivation Through Responsible Pet Ownership Taking care of a cat requires a certain level of activity and engagement, which paradoxically can enhance my own productivity. Regular breaks to feed, play, or simply pet my cat not only keep her happy but also ensure that I stand up, stretch, and momentarily step away from the computer. These breaks are vital for mental clarity and often help me return to my work with a fresh perspective. A Source of Humor and Inspiration Cats are full of surprises and their antics can provide much-needed humor and light-heartedness. Watching my cat chase a laser pointer or curiously paw at my research papers often brings a smile to my face, reminding me not to take life too seriously. Furthermore, the simplicity of her life, unburdened by the complexities of human concerns, sometimes offers unexpected insights into my own research or life.

Cuteness With a Bite: The Slow Loris

Anas Bedraoui, 5 mon.
1 min read.
The Slow Loris, with its big, innocent eyes and soft fur, epitomizes the epitome of cuteness in the animal kingdom. However, this adorable exterior hides a potentially dangerous secret. Slow Lorises are among the few mammals known to produce venom. This venom comes from an elbow gland, which they can mix with their saliva. When threatened, they deliver a toxic bite to predators, which can cause severe pain, swelling, and even allergic reactions in humans. Interestingly, the venomous bite of the Slow Loris serves a dual purpose: defense and competition among lorises. The complexity of the venom, believed to be derived from consuming toxic substances, allows the loris to process and incorporate it into its defensive mechanism. Despite their toxicity and potential danger, Slow Lorises continue to face threats from the pet trade due to their appealing appearance. This illegal trade endangers their populations in the wild and poses risks to humans unaware of their venomous capability. Conservation efforts are crucial for protecting these unique creatures and their habitats, ensuring their survival away from the dangers of illegal pet trade and habitat destruction. Follow me on Bluwr, and if you like this type of articles, please Bluw thousands of times. I'm kidding, just once will do!

Accelerating Team Human

Brad Ovitt, 5 mon.
As the solar eclipse moved across America today, there was a timer. Maybe nobody was watching it, but it was there. I created it. At the moment of eclipse totality a job search site called Blackflag was quietly released with the hope of improving the way teams are built. One small step in a larger mission to change the role technology plays in the evolution of our society. One small step in a larger mission to accelerate team human. It's a vague and ambiguous mission for a reason. Much talk has been made recently over accelerationism philosophy. For example, Effective Accelerationism (e/acc) is a philosophy of maximizing energy consumption and compute by exponentially improving technology to improve society. In response there has been debate over the increasingly negative impact technology has on society and some have asserted humanism. I think it's an interesting commentary because, while there have always been those who imprint virtues to actions, if ethics is how to act, the introduction of technology and deemphasis of the human condition on ethics is an almost formulaic way to calculate the demise of team human. Modernism symbolizes either Leviathan or "god is dead." What do you call the intersection of science, technology, and society? There is science, which we consider rigorous thought. Then there is technology, which is the application of science. Technology is in direct contrast with our relativistic field of social studies. The relationship between society and technology is unclear, but clearly present. Of course, if I were not a technologist, I would not be building technology. Perhaps to more aptly summarize: the mission of Blackflag is to expand the the role society plays in technology, while minimizing the interference of technology on society. It is a non-political mission, though it may be seen as ideologically driven to a form of environmentalism and accelerationism. To begin, Blackflag is providing a free publicly-available job search engine that is the start of a larger effort to improve the quality of our organizations and teams. While Blackflag will be a commercial organization, it's symbol and likeness are public domain. * note blackflag.dev will be moved to blackflag.jobs, for which I am awaiting delayed ICANN verification.
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The greatest error I made as a creator was assuming I already had an audience.

Anas Bedraoui, 5 mon.
The biggest mistake I have made as a creator is letting my ego, my ambition, and the shallowness of social media convince me that I had an “Audience” instead of a network. It’s easy to become obsessed with the shallow popularity contest, with notions of influence and attention. And over the past few years, my work has become divorced from reality and drifted long way away from authenticity. Social media platforms, with their algorithms and echo chambers, made it easy to believe that the numbers represented people eagerly awaiting my next post, my next big idea. It’s a mirage, a superficial layer that didn’t capture the depth of real human connections. But I can’t blame the platforms alone. My self-importance is equally responsible. The term ‘Audience’ implies a one-way street — it suggests a group of passive listeners, viewers, or readers who are there to consume what I create. This perspective is not just limiting; it’s fundamentally flawed. It overlooks what it means to be a creator in the digital age: being part of a vibrant, interactive network. A network, unlike an audience, is dynamic. It’s not broadcasting to a group of faceless spectators. It’s about engagement, exchange, and mutual growth. It involves listening as much as speaking and learning as much as teaching. In a network, every node and individual is a potential collaborator, source of inspiration, or a critical voice that can offer valuable feedback. There are people on the other side of the screen. They don’t exist just to fill out our quota of 1,000 true fans. They don’t exist as data points on an analytics dashboard. And they have so much more to give than their attention and the time spent viewing a video or reading an article. I cannot and will not keep treating the people who find my work and engage with it as NPCs in a roleplaying game. Realizing this has been a game-changer. It’s shifted my focus from seeking applause to fostering conversations. Instead of obsessing over the number of followers, I’m more interested in the quality of interactions I have with them. This approach has opened up new avenues for creativity and growth that I had previously overlooked, blinded by the glitter of superficial metrics. I spend more time talking to people than ever before. I spend more time listening, too. And I spend a lot of time learning. My ideas shift, change and grow with every interaction. There’s a deep richness that can’t be found in delusions of grandeur. The shift has brought with it a sense of humility. You can get caught up in the numbers and believe your hype when your follower count is rising. But recognizing that each follower is a person with their own thoughts, experiences, and contributions is a reminder that I am part of something larger than myself and that my success is not just measured in likes or shares but in the impact I have on others, and the effect they have on me in return. I am not — and do not wish to be — some kind of bulls**t internet celebrity. The path of the influencer seems frightfully lonely. I’m a writer. I write. When I find people who want to read my work, it’s not something to take for granted. It’s a gift, and it’s an honour, and it’s something that I cherish every day.