Reflect often on the speed with which all things in beings, or coming into being, are carried past and swept away. Existence is like a river in ceaseless flow, its actions a constant succession of change, its causes innumerable in their variety: scarcely anything stands still, even what is most immediate. Reflect too on the yawning gulf of past and future time, in which all things vanish. So in all this it must be folly for anyone to be puffed up with ambition, racked in struggle, or indignant at his lot - as if this was anything lasting or likely to trouble him for long.
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