Ataraxia is ancient Greek term meaning “the state of being free from stress or worry”.
Yeah. Who would want that.
Actually, I would.
Among the things that make life stressful are competitions. I am forever finding myself in competitions that I don’t remember entering.
Me:… and then they told me the back spasms were actually caused by my hip. It’s made a world of difference since…
Him: Oh, yeah? You think that hurts? When I was six, my father made me swallow an accordion. If I have to run, it sounds like the Lawrence Welk show.
Him: I’ve lived with this pain my WHOLE LIFE and you want to complain about your little feeble back spasms?
Me: I guess not.
It turns out back spasms don’t hurt.
Another friend and I were talking and it turns out I don’t really like music, either…
Her: How many songs do you know all the lyrics to?
Me: I don’t know… maybe 6 thousand?
Her: I know the words to one hundred and forty-seven thousand songs! You see, I REALLY like music…
A stress free life would be one where conversations didn’t feel like competitions.
But for now, I’m merely seeking ataraxia.