How to remain stoic

And maybe Seneca replied,

Or smirked the least.

Stoical or not, learn

To find difference.

Chances to make impact,

The littlest ones.

Search for them,

Stare at the hustle

Stay untouched.

Pray at the end

And boy o boy

Find your preceptor,

A beacon who holds

While you wade through

And sling along the mud,

To guide you,

And you walk the stride

With head held high.

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