{"id":11960,"date":"2021-10-25T15:59:00","date_gmt":"2021-10-25T19:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailystoic.com\/?p=11960"},"modified":"2021-10-25T15:59:00","modified_gmt":"2021-10-25T19:59:00","slug":"you-own-nothing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dailystoic.com\/you-own-nothing\/","title":{"rendered":"You Own Nothing"},"content":{"rendered":"
As we work and achieve, we pile up titles and money. We accumulate assets and influence. We build a life, as they say. And a life is made up of things: Our job. Our house. Our car. Our relationships. Our reputation.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Looking around at what we possess, what we\u2019ve poured so much sweat and blood into, is an immensely rewarding experience. As Margaret Atwood writes in a beautiful poem,<\/span><\/p>\n The moment when, after many years<\/span><\/p>\n of hard work and a long voyage<\/span><\/p>\n you stand in the centre of your room,<\/span><\/p>\n house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,<\/span><\/p>\n