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Ryan Holiday (0:00)
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Stephen Hanselman (0:05)
Welcome to the Daily Stoic Podcast, where each day we bring you a Stoic inspired meditation designed to help you find strength and insight and wisdom into everyday life. Each one of these episodes is based on the 2000 year old philosophy that has guided some of history's greatest men and women to help you learn from them, to follow in their example, and to start your day off with a little dose of courage and discipline and justice and wisdom. For more, visit Dailystoic.com Courage often has clear rewards. One takes a risk because there is hope for a payoff, something that others are afraid to reach for. But what about sacrificing oneself or sacrificing everything for something? Human folly, a historian once said, is easier to explain than human valor. On Memorial Day, it is worth reflecting on this very beautiful and almost baffling bit of human greatness. And indeed, it is utterly inexplicable to some. A particularly craven man once stood in a military cemetery and looked out over the graves of those who had been lost in the nation's wars over the centuries. I don't get it, he said derisively. What was in it for them? When most people ask that question, it's out of a kind of humility and awe, a desire to understand an incredible phenomenon. But for the transactional, the cowardly or the selfish, the bafflement is sincere. Why would anyone give up their life for someone else? What kind of deal is that? There is courage, we could say, and then there is heroism, the highest form of courage, the kind embodied in those who are willing to give, perhaps give everything for someone else. Cato, who chose death over kneeling to Caesar, and his daughter Portia, following suit by swallowing hot coals. Thracia and Helvidius, who died in resistance to Nero. Rutilius Rufus, who gave up his home and his livelihood rather than be sucked into Rome's culture of corruption. Stockdale, who perhaps thinking of Cato, tried to kill himself to end the torture of his fellow POWs. There was nothing in it for these men and women, just as there was nothing in it for the soldiers who perished in uniform for their country. But they did it because they knew it wasn't about them. It was about the person next to them. It was about the people back home. It was about the ideals to which they had sworn to uphold and protect. True heroism shames us. It humbles us. It moves us beyond reason because it came from something beyond reason. It's self evident why the survival rate of those who manage to touch this greatness is not high. But then again, that is the beauty of it. They died so that we could live. And we fail them and we fail ourselves if we don't wrestle with the meaning of this sacrifice. Happy Memorial Day, everyone. I hope you're enjoying your family. And I hope, as I said, you are wrestling with with this form of greatness. Some are called to give. I'm picking up my kids from school in a little bit, and then we're going to go to Whole Foods. They want to eat sushi.
