In the depths of a dark and silent night, a man stood alone in his room, with the dim light of a candle as his only companion. His face was serene, his eyes fixed on the invisible horizon before him. There was no trace of worry in his countenance, only a serenity that seemed to emanate from deep within him.
All around him, the world followed its chaotic and sudden course, with its tragedies and joys, its ups and downs and surprises. But the man seemed oblivious to it all, in a state of inner peace that enveloped him like a protective mantle.
It didn't matter what was happening outside, in the outside world. He knew that the only certainty in life was uncertainty, and that true strength lies in accepting it with fortitude and courage. He clung to nothing, not even to his own existence, knowing that everything was ephemeral and passing.
In his heart beat the spirit of stoicism, that ancient philosophy that teaches to live in harmony with nature, to accept the inevitable with dignity and to find virtue even in the most adverse circumstances.
Thus, man remained immutable, like a rock in the midst of the storm, remembering that true freedom resides in the mastery of oneself, in the ability to control one's emotions and thoughts in the face of the vicissitudes of life.
And in that deep stillness, in that state of inner fullness, man found the true strength and wisdom of stoicism, without seeking answers or meanings, simply being, in complete harmony with the universe.