u/OpeningGrand8161

A Stoic Morning?

Dear Mr. Aurelius,

Drag yourself from bed if you must. Today

Though, I shall stay.

I know what you will say

But, the bed is not too cozy to depart

Rather, it's filled with a constellation, with art.

He lays beside me, asleep

Bathed in early blue light, a lagoon for a cheek.

I know what you will say

"Remember Amor Fati each day!"

And I do, it's why I will stay

and marvel at what fate did impart

Not a missing piece, but a home for my heart

Where I may drop my armor and be meek

Allow my love and fear and anguish into words I speak

Fates gift is one from which ill never stray

Still, you will say "recall Momento Mori every day!"

I do, and so I shall stay

In the very bed which I will die

And until that day I wish to fly

Through this life with my love at my side

And our children's laughter propelling each stride

For the human soul does encounter a ray

Of life and love not every day.

So, thanks, but I'll stay

In this bed while our day starts

And love being human, at least love this part.

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Note: Marcus Aurelius has a very popular Excerpt from Meditations about getting your out of bed in the morning and fulfilling your duties/purpose as a human. This is inspired by that Excerpt and a morning I was conflicted about it.

Dear Mr. Aurelius,

Drag yourself from bed if you must. Today

Though, I shall stay.

I know what you will say

But, the bed is not too cozy to depart

Rather, it's full of a constellation, of art.

He lays beside me, asleep

Bathed in early blue light, a lagoon for a cheek.

I know what you will say

"Remember Amor Fati each day!"

And I do, it's why I will stay

and marvel at what fate did impart

Not a missing piece, but a home for my heart

Where I may drop my armor and be meek

Allow my love and fear and anguish into words I speak

Fates gift is one from which ill never stray

Still, you will say "recall Momento Mori every day!"

I do, and so I shall stay

In the very bed which I will die

And until that day I wish to fly

Through this life with my love at my side

And our children's laughter propelling each stride

For the human soul does encounter a ray

Of life and love not every day.

So, thanks, but I'll stay

In this bed while our day starts

And love being human, at least love this part.

Dear Mr. Aurelius,

Drag yourself from bed if you must. Today

Though, I shall stay.

I know what you will say

But, the bed is not too cozy to depart

Rather, it's full of a constellation, of art.

He lays beside me, asleep

Bathed in early blue light, a lagoon for a cheek.

I know what you will say

"Remember Amor Fati each day!"

And I do, it's why I will stay

and marvel at what fate did impart

Not a missing piece, but a home for my heart

Where I may drop my armor and be meek

Allow my love and fear and anguish into words I speak

Fates gift is one from which ill never stray

Still, you will say "recall Momento Mori every day!"

I do, and so I shall stay

In the very bed which I will die

And until that day I wish to fly

Through this life with my love at my side

And our children's laughter propelling each stride

For the human soul does encounter a ray

Of life and love not every day.

So, thanks, but I'll stay

In this bed while our day starts

And love being human, at least love this part.

My (28f) parents are divorcing, and in the announcement to myself and siblings they told us that there has been a 20 yr history of secretive cross-dressing and wanting an open relationship until the last straw was reached.

I am feeling so many different things.

I'm devastated to lose my parental unit.

I'm angry that the world made them feel like they couldn't be themselves.

I'm angry they chose to hide.

I'm glad they both can pursue more fulfilling relationships.

I'm thankful for the opportunity to support them as best I can.

I am terrified of my own future because I always looked up to their marriage.

I'm guilty for even thinking to worry about my own life and marriage and identity.

Is my idea of love and commitment entirely off base?

Some days I am ok and positive, and others I'm just crying and distraught.

How could I be blindsided with something going on so long? Am I repeating patterns?

I don't really have a question I just.... all I can think to do is write and talk about it and hope there is some wisdom you all have.