I once hated vanity, until the world called me ugly. I once held no regard for greed, until the world called me poor. I once loved others more than myself, until the world forgot my name, and with laughter, forgot me.
Thus, Stoicism calls for a resolute nature, a rigid disposition. For man is as shapeless as water, and as empty as smoke.
“To be like the rock that the waves keep crashing over. It stands unmoved and the raging of the sea falls still around it.”
-Marcus Aurelius/Hays, Meditations.
What is good will stand the test of time.
What is true will stand the test of doubt
What is noble will stand the test of fear
And this is the art of being a good man.