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10 Lessons It Took Me 10 Years To Understand

I’d put in my hours.

482 weeks.

3,379 days.

That’s how long I’d been studying the Stoics when I sat down to write the Daily Stoic. I was 29 years old and I knew enough to write a couple-hundred-page book, one Stoic entry for every day of the year.

But there’s a difference between knowing something and really understanding it. That’s an important Stoic idea: you don’t read the Stoics once or study them at some point in your life. You are always studying them. You are always learning from them. You’re always understanding them in a new way.

That was ten years ago.

1,042 weeks.

7,294 days.

175,056 hours.

I can hardly believe it’s the ten-year anniversary of *The Daily Stoic.* What have the last ten years of Stoicism taught me? In those ten years, I’ve become a parent. We lived through a pandemic. We lived through political unrest. I’ve learned new things. I’ve met new people. I’ve lost people. I’ve been through some stuff, as I’m sure you have too.

I was lucky enough that the publisher let me go back and update the book based on those lessons for the 10th Anniversary Edition. The words from the Stoics haven’t changed—although we did put a bunch of new quotes and entries in the new book—but I have changed. My understanding of them has gotten deeper and better. And that’s what I’d like to talk about: the Stoic ideas I understand very differently now than I did when I wrote The Daily Stoic ten years ago.

Stoicism asks something of you

When I first came to Stoicism—at 19—I came to it like a lot of young people, especially young men, come to it. I was ambitious. I wanted to know what Stoicism could do for me: how it could make me more productive, more resilient, tougher, wiser.

I was drawn to how the Stoics could help me control my emotions, handle adversity, and stay focused. If Stoicism helps you with that, awesome. But you can’t leave it there, because the point of Stoicism isn’t to make you more productive. It’s not to make you richer. The Stoics believed that the purpose of the philosophy was to make you a better person.

Stoicism isn’t just about what it can do for you. It also asks a lot of you.

Looking at the completed first draft of The Daily Stoic, it hit me: Marcus Aurelius talks about the common good something like eighty times in Meditations. That is more than he addresses almost any other topic, including so many of the ones he has become famous for.

So Stoicism has to be about making you more courageous, making you more just. It has to help you become a better parent, a better neighbor, a better citizen—as we quote Marcus saying in the book, a better forgiver of faults, a better friend in tight places.

When I was younger, I was more interested, selfishly, in what Stoicism could do for me. As I’ve gotten older and seen what the book has done for people, I’m more interested in how I can be of service, what Stoicism is asking of me.

With the success of the book, which is about ideas that are not my own, I’ve had to wrestle with this. I even have a card on my wall next to my desk that says, “Are you being a good steward of Stoicism?” Am I living up to my obligations and responsibilities? Am I doing what Stoicism asks of me?

Every obstacle is an opportunity—but to do what?

When I wrote The Obstacle is the Way in my twenties, I took that Stoic idea to mean there’s always some way to turn adversity into advantage. The simplest idea at the center of the book is that there are hidden advantages in every problem, that businesses and teams and people can take seemingly impossible situations and triumph over them.

But what I’ve come to understand in the intervening years is that the Stoics were getting at something more profound than the fact that every downside can be flipped into some kind of advantage or transformed into a success story. The “opportunity” the Stoics saw inside adversity, big and small, was the opportunity to practice virtue.

In the new edition’s October 1st entry, we added a quote from the lesser-known Stoic Arius Didymus, laying out those four Stoic virtues: “There are four primary virtues: practical wisdom, self-discipline, courage and justice.” Marcus called them the “touchstones of goodness”—guiding principles for how to act, who to be, and how to respond in any situation.

And there really is no situation that we can’t use as a way to practice these virtues. Even the hardest, most tragic, most heartbreaking moments of life—a terminal diagnosis, a crippling injury, losing your livelihood, burying a loved one—can be transformed by endurance, by selflessness, by courage, by kindness, by decency.

Have the discipline to say no

When The Daily Stoic came out, I was at an inflection point in my career. Some of my books had done well. Some had done not so well. But they certainly hadn’t blown the doors off.

I was working really hard, taking every opportunity, saying yes to everything. But then the book came out and started to do well, then really well—better than anyone could have imagined. It’s a pretty timeless trajectory: at the beginning of your career, you’ve got to say yes to everything so you can get to a point where you start having to say no to almost everything.

Marcus Aurelius says in Meditations to ask yourself, is this thing essential? Because so much of what we do and say is not essential. That was challenging for me. It wasn’t until the pandemic forced me to say no to everything that I realized the cost of all the things I was saying yes to.

I ended up closing down my marketing company. I said no to a lot of the speaking, traveling, and consulting I was doing. I had to say, Hey, what’s really meaningful to me? What are the things that only I can do? What are the things that, if I didn’t do them, wouldn’t get done?

I have pictures of my kids on my wall—my oldest on the top, my youngest on the bottom—and in between is a sign that just says “No.” It’s a reminder that when I say no, I am saying YES to them.

You want to get to what Seneca defines as euthymia, or tranquility, where you have a sense of your path and you’re not distracted by the paths that crisscross yours. Keeping up with the Joneses—or, in his case, the people who are lost, who are wandering this way or that way.

You want to make sure your discipline is not compulsion. That you have the strength to do the things that actually need to be done, and the discipline to say no to the things you shouldn’t do anymore.

Know what enough is

If you’re ambitious, if you’re driven, you always want more. You always want to sell more books. You always want to do more.

Seneca defines this as a form of poverty. He says poverty is not just having too little. It’s also wanting more.

With the success of my books, I had to remind myself: Hey, what was the goal here originally? To write one book. And then the next goal was, what if I could write about this philosophy that I love? So I wrote one book about Stoic philosophy, and I thought that would be it.

Now I’ve written several. The Daily Stoic became a bestseller that put me in a different tax bracket, that gave me security. It gave me purpose. It gave me a mission. It gave me an audience.

But how quickly we move the goalposts. And how quickly we make our happiness dependent on those moved goalposts. Marcus Aurelius talks about the problem with ambition: it’s so often tied to things outside our control.

It’s funny: the same year that The Daily Stoic came out—and it did sell well—a friend of mine, Mark Manson, put out a book, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fck,* that sold probably more in that year than The Daily Stoic has sold in its lifetime.

There will always be people who have sold more, done better, who make your accomplishments seem small in comparison. But if you let that make you feel small, you’re stealing from yourself the reality of the success you’ve had.

Knowing what enough is, what you were actually after, what’s in your control, is important. Because you could succeed beyond your wildest dreams and still be miserable, still feel insecure, still feel inferior. And that’s terribly, terribly sad.

Sometimes success can teach us, if we’re willing to listen, what actually matters, what’s actually up to us, and whether we’ve actually succeeded in what we set out to do.

Wish for things to go the way they have gone

In 2016, if you had asked me how I thought the next ten years would go, or how I wanted them to go, I wouldn’t have guessed any of this. I certainly wouldn’t have asked for a pandemic. I wouldn’t have asked for the market to behave the way it did. I wouldn’t have asked for the political disturbances. I wouldn’t have asked for some of the things that happened to me personally and professionally.

Which is the point. You don’t get a choice. Nobody asked. The world is going to do what it’s going to do. We have to figure out how we respond to it. That is the basis of Stoic philosophy.

Epictetus talks about this most movingly, given the adversity he experienced: the key is to wish for things to go the way they have gone. To see them as uniquely fated and designed for you, because they have set you up to be who you are.

If you asked Marcus Aurelius, did he want his reign to be defined by a plague and famine and flood and war? He would have said, “Of course not.” And yet, this is why we admire Marcus. This is what made Marcus great.

If someone else had been in his place in that moment, the world might have turned out very differently. And perhaps if things had gone the way he wanted, he would have failed that test and been an underwhelming or a disappointing figure.

Seneca says fortune is going to behave exactly as she pleases. We can’t be surprised by this. All we can do is prepare. All we can do is respond well. All we can do is use this as an opportunity to be what we could only be in these circumstances.

We are made to be of service

We quote the Stoics over and over again in The Daily Stoic: we are made for each other. The phrase “common good” appears more than 80 times in Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations. He said that a good life is simply about moving from one unselfish action to another, that our only job is to do good for other people.

As I’ve gotten older, as I’ve had kids, as I’ve built businesses, as I’ve interacted with the millions of people who are into Stoicism, I’ve become much more rooted in that idea. Next to my desk, I have a notecard taped to the wall that says, “Am I being a good steward of Stoicism?”

Am I living up to my obligations and responsibilities? Am I using the success that this philosophy has brought me to introduce more people to the philosophy? Am I making positive contributions to the common good?

That question guides everything I do. How we spend our time and money. The content we make. The decision to stop spending money on advertising. The causes we support. The injustices we speak out about. Not all of these decisions are good for business. Some are not popular. Some make people mad. Some have probably cost us business.

But the filter isn’t if I am making good business decisions. It’s if I am being a good steward of this philosophy that’s given so much to me. If I am being of service. If I am doing good for others.

Find one thing every day

The Daily Stoic, as a page-a-day book, mirrors what Stoicism is supposed to be: a daily practice.

Seneca, in one of his letters to Lucilius, said his goal was to find one thing every day. Just a little thing that makes him better, that makes him smarter, that fortifies him against poverty, that helps him prepare for his ultimate death. The path to wisdom is these little things, little by little.

Zeno said something similar: well-being is realized by small steps, but it’s no small thing.

The Daily Stoic could have been just a collection of the greatest hits of the Stoics. It could have been our favorite selections. It could have been some of the best essays, exploring them at length.

But by being a page a day, one thing every day that you review in the morning or at night—and, of course, people with The Daily Stoic Journal sitting down and writing about these passages, reflecting on them—it mirrors what Stoicism is.

That’s what Marcus Aurelius was doing in Meditations. Digesting one thought, one idea, one lesson every single day. Sometimes the same lesson over a period of time, trying to get better as he goes. That’s what Stoicism is as a practice.

Read and reread

It is a strange experience, now that I’m in my late thirties, to pick up something I wrote ten years ago, when I was in my twenties.

As I went back through The Daily Stoic, I found parts that were mortifying, parts that were cringe, parts that I understand and think about totally differently now.

It was the philosopher Heraclitus who said that we never step in the same river twice. Because we are always changing. It’s equally true that we never read the same book twice—because while the contents don’t change, we do. Our circumstances change. The world changes. That’s why it’s important that we read and reread. I couldn’t have anticipated how much my understanding of the Stoics would evolve as I went along. And I couldn’t have fully understood all that I was missing.

For this anniversary edition, Steve and I revisited every page, adding new translations, new stories, and revised meditations. My understanding of the Stoics has gotten deeper, and I wanted the book to reflect that.

It wasn’t until the middle of the pandemic that I was reading Marcus Aurelius and all these allusions—and, in some cases, direct references—to a plague that he was living through fully landed with me. It wasn’t until I had kids that I was able to understand just what a theme it was for the ancients, in this time of infant mortality: worrying about your kids, about something terrible happening to them, and how they would manage that.

That’s what I wanted to bring to the new anniversary edition: another ten years of reading these ideas, thinking about them, and trying to live by them. Along with Steve Hanselman—my coauthor who translated all of the book’s Stoic quotes—I went through it page by page, asking what could be clarified, improved, or added.

There are some things you can only understand at different points in your life. And so you have to read and reread, read and reread, go back to the ideas over and over and over again. You change and grow with the ideas.

Don’t rush through it

One of the most common themes in the Stoic writings is memento mori. Remember you are mortal. I carry a Memento Mori coin with me. It has a quote from Marcus Aurelius on the back: “You could leave life right now. Let that determine what you do and say and think.”

For the Stoics, meditating on mortality is supposed to be sobering, supposed to wake you up. I found that a little depressing at first. But I’ve come to understand, as I’ve gotten older, that meditating on your mortality doesn’t just give you urgency. It gives you the present moment.

In one of the most haunting passages from the Stoics, Epictetus and Marcus Aurelius both talk about this: as you tuck your children in at night, tell yourself they may not make it until the morning.

Before I had kids, I took it to mean that attachments can be a source of vulnerability. This is like the Zen Buddhist idea: the cup is already broken. Is that what that practice is?

Now, having done hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of bedtimes with my kids, particularly in some scary moments like the early days of the pandemic, I’ve come to understand what they’re saying: Slow down, man. Why are you rushing through this? This could be your last bedtime. Be present for it. Enjoy it. Soak it in. You don’t have anywhere to be. You are where you’re supposed to be in this moment.

On the one hand, memento mori can help you speed things up, give you urgency. But on the other hand, it can help you slow things down. Savor this second. Savor this moment.

At 29, memento mori made me go faster. At 39, it reminds me: don’t rush this. Because what are you rushing towards? You are rushing towards death. You are rushing towards the end of this.

Even in the best-case scenario, your kid’s not going to be four forever, not going to be five forever, not going to live in your house forever. You only get to do this so many times. I only get to make so many videos. I only get to write so many books. I only get to do the dishes, do this drive in traffic, so many times. Don’t rush through it.

You don’t graduate from philosophy

The final lesson is embodied in the original and ten-year anniversary editions of The Daily Stoic. The original was itself the result of many, many drafts. Ten years later, there was still more to revise. Even recording the audiobook for the new edition, I was still making notes and changes.

Stoicism is an evolving thing. Your study and understanding of it is an evolving thing. It is not something you studied. It is something you are studying.

As I said earlier, when The Daily Stoic came out, I’d been studying Stoicism for a decade. Now I’m two decades in. But hopefully my understanding of it will be better three decades in and four decades in and five decades in. When I do a 25-year anniversary edition, I hope there are even more things to change, many new things I’ve learned.

There’s a story about Marcus Aurelius. He’s seen leaving his palace, and a friend asks him, “Where are you going?” And he says, “I’m off to see Sextus the philosopher to learn that which I do not yet know.”

He’s saying that we have to remain a student. Not just a student when we’re young. Even as an old man, even as a philosopher king, he is still learning.

I am still learning about Stoicism, still reading new things, still understanding these things in a new way. You cannot learn that which you think you already know, Epictetus said. If you think you understand it, if you think you’ve got it, if you think you’ve graduated, that is the second it stops for you.

Don’t be a know-it-all. Focus on what you don’t know. Focus on all the things you want to know. Keep learning. Keep growing. Keep coming back to the same ideas and getting new things out of them.

You don’t graduate from philosophy. You practice it. Even if you teach it, you remain a student. Seneca said: “We learn even as we teach.”

I have learned so much talking and writing about Stoicism, writing this new edition, writing the Daily Stoic email for the last ten years, making videos, doing the Daily Stoic podcast. And I still have so much left to learn.

I’m still struggling every single day to apply it all a little bit better to my life.

October 7, 2026by Ryan Holiday
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Why I Ran A 50K Through Rome Alone (And What It Taught Me)

In the middle of Rome, there stands one of the great trophies of history, the Column of Marcus Aurelius.

The nearly 100-foot monument was put up to commemorate Marcus’ victories during the Marcomannic Wars. It is covered in carvings depicting scenes of his armies marching, crossing rivers, laying siege to cities, fighting battles.

It’s a towering celebration of Marcus’ achievements, literally carved in stone.

But you know what? Marcus didn’t get to bask in all this glory. He died before the column was finished.

And then, in the sixteenth century, Pope Sixtus V had the monument restored and put Saint Paul on top instead. They even added a new inscription at the bottom, attributing all of the victories to the wrong emperor.

I was thinking about all of this a couple months ago, standing beneath the very monument. It was a little over 5 kilometers into what would be the furthest I’ve ever run in my life—50 kilometers (31 miles) through the streets of Rome, stopping at some of the most important Stoic sites in the world along the way.

Why did I run a 50K by myself through the streets of a foreign city during the hottest part of the year—literally the hottest it has ever been in Europe?

Because it’s hard.

And doing hard things is good for you. That was the whole point. Do we do hard things because we want to impress people? Because we want to beat other people? Because we want a medal or a trophy?

No. As Marcus’ victory column is a pretty good reminder, doing things for a trophy is a terrible reason to do things.

That’s why I like doing challenges like this, more than races or competitions. There was no starting gun for this run, no official course, no medal waiting for me at the end. I picked the start time. I picked whether it would start at all…and certainly whether I would finish. I like things where the victory is what I get out of it.

A few kilometers after the column, I got lost. I did a one-mile loop in completely the wrong direction. I was already trying to run farther than I had ever run before and now I’d added an extra mile. But I knew something like this was going to happen. When we do hard things, we have to be prepared for them to be harder than we’re anticipating. If you go into something thinking, This is all the gas I have in the tank. This is all I’m capable of doing. I need everything to go right, you’re in a really vulnerable position. Everything is not going to go right. As Seneca said, the unexpected blow lands heaviest. If I was lost and disoriented and mad at myself right then, this would have been harder than it was.

Instead, I figured out where I screwed up, turned around and kept going. What else are you going to do? From there, I ran up to the Campidoglio and the equestrian statue of Marcus Aurelius, past the Colosseum, through Circus Maximus and eventually out toward the Appian Way.

Almost thirteen miles in, I stopped at what is supposedly Seneca’s tomb. We don’t know for certain. There are no inscriptions identifying it, and two thousand years is a long time and stuff starts to disappear. The last time I had been there was about thirteen years earlier. I had a picture of myself from that trip.

We see ourselves every day, so the passing of time can be invisible to us. Then you come back to a place you haven’t been in a long time. I looked at that old picture of myself. I feel the same. I feel great. I feel better than I did then. But you look at it and you go, Oh, I have more gray hairs now. I have more wrinkles. I can see the last ten years. Marcus Aurelius talks about time being this vicious, unrelenting, ceaseless, almost merciless flow of events, faster and faster and faster, taking us with it.

Standing there at Seneca’s tomb, I wondered if he knew that his plays would still be read two thousand years later. I wondered if he knew that his grave would get worn down by events and eventually forgotten.

By the time I got to the turnaround point, I was 15.64 miles in. I felt pretty good. I was hydrated (Rome is filled with little fountains of fresh drinking water). The shade had been nice. But it was getting hot and I was way behind schedule. It was already 8:40 in the morning, three hours and forty minutes after I’d started.

I hadn’t quite budgeted for how long all the stopping and filming was going to take. Whenever I’m preparing to do something challenging, I like to try to talk to and learn from someone who has done something similar before. Googling around before this run, I found a guy named Luke Tuttle who had run 53 kilometers into Rome and written about it on his blog. So I reached out. I had a million questions for him, and the conversation was so great that we turned it into an episode of the podcast.  He gave me some really good advice: Just let it take however long it takes. You’re not gonna be glad you rushed through it. Take your time. Stop. Admire the sights. Soak it in. If you have to walk, you have to walk.

The point isn’t to win at your hobbies. The point is to do it, to have fun doing it, to experience it, to be there for it. You don’t rush through other things that are pleasurable, and then for some reason, physical activity we try to get done as fast as possible.

It was funny: I wasn’t racing anyone. There wasn’t even a race. Other than trying to beat the full heat of the sun it was impossible to be “behind schedule.” So I took a break, turned around and started running back.

Eventually I got to the point where there were seven miles left. You know you’re doing something hard when you think, only seven miles left. That’s one of the great things about doing hard things. You push yourself, you raise your threshold higher and higher until what used to seem like a lot now only seems like a little.

A few miles later, I’d officially done a marathon. I still had five-ish miles to go. At that point I was thinking about something Epictetus said: Whatever difficulties you face, understand what resources you have inside you. How was I going to get through the last five miles? With the same willpower and strength and training that got me through the first twenty-six.

Honestly, this is my favorite part. They say you’re not really pushing yourself until you get to your limits. It’s after you get tired and keep going that the muscle and strength and fortitude are earned.

It’s a little like working on a book. The first two-thirds, sometimes even the first 80 percent, is the really hard part. You don’t know if you’re going to make it. You don’t know if the thing is going to work. Then you reach a point where you know you’re going to make it as long as you don’t quit. You’ve crossed most of the difficulties off. You have some momentum. You’re in a rhythm.

You have this sense of what you’re capable of because of what you’ve just done. You just gotta see it through.

Somewhere around mile 29.5, I lost it. That was apparently my limit. I was fucking dying at the end. Whatever graceful ideas I had about finishing strong disappeared. I staggered into this little restaurant stand alongside the Tiber and asked if they had water and took Apple Pay. They were incredibly confused about this person stumbling about and slurring his words. I drank two water bottles and then basically  limped the rest of the way.

The whole thing took much longer than I thought. It was much harder than I thought. I got lost. I stopped more than expected. The last couple miles took everything I had.

And then my son popped out from an alleyway and spontaneously joined me, which was just the best. Some thirteen years earlier, somewhere along the Appian Way, I had asked my wife to marry me. And now I was back, finishing this run on that same ancient road with my nine year old son jogging along for the last couple hundred yards.

That’s why we do hard things.

I started the morning knowing I was going to try to run further than I ever had in my life.

Six and a half hours later, I knew a little bit more about myself.

About where my limits are.

About what I’m capable of.

About what I’ve got in the tank.

That was the trophy.

And that one I get to keep.

September 29, 2026by Ryan Holiday
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This Won’t Solve All Your Problems (Just Most of Them)

In March 2025, we found two ten-week old puppies dumped on the road near where we live out in the country.

One was white with spots. The other was mostly black with some white on her chest and paws.

Both were emaciated, covered in flea bites, and scared of the thunderstorm that was just starting. 

We took them home and as you can imagine our kids begged for us to keep them. I remembered many years ago reading about “the black dog bias”—that for some reason darker dogs are considered scarier and less likely to be adopted—so we decided to keep that one and found a home, almost immediately for the other. 

It was a good thing because my kids had fallen in love with “Oreo.” 

Like every parent of all time, I was assured that they would take care of her and walk her. And like every kid who has ever made that promise, mine have not exactly followed through.

But I’m not mad, because it means I have to take her for two walks a day (on occasion I succeed in bribing or threatening the boys to come too). Of all the ways Oreo has changed our lives, that’s been the best part. She’s “forced” me to do more of something I love to do. Something I know is really good for me, for anyone.

Walking is good exercise, of course. It burns calories. You get vitamin D from the sun. If the research is correct, apparently getting several thousand steps a day comes with all sorts of benefits for your health and longevity. But I don’t care about any of that. I don’t mind those things, but I walk for the philosophical and psychological benefits.

For centuries, thinkers have walked many miles a day because they had to, because they were bored, because they wanted to escape the putrid cities they lived in, because they wanted to get their blood flowing. In the process they discovered an important side-effect: it cleared their minds and helped them make better work. Literally, the name for the students of Aristotle was the Peripatetics—from the Greek peripatein, “to walk about”—because he did most of his teaching on walks.

Nietzsche’s, Thus Spoke Zarathustra came to him on a long walk. As he would later say: “It is only ideas gained from walking that have any worth.” The choreographer Twyla Tharp talks about going for “mindless mental wanderings” each day. Ernest Hemingway would walk along the Paris quais whenever his writing stalled. Charles Darwin built several walks into his daily schedule. The poet William Wordsworth walked as many as 180,000 miles in his lifetime—an average of six and a half miles a day since he was five years old! 

Even spiritual revelations seem to come on foot. Dorothy Day was a lifelong walker, and it was on her strolls along the beach on Staten Island in the 1920s that she first began to feel a strong sense of God in her life and the first flickerings of the awakening that would put her on a path toward sainthood. It’s probably not a coincidence that Jesus himself was a walker—a traveler—who knew the pleasures and the divineness of putting one foot in front of the other. Indeed, it’s no coincidence that many of the greatest expressions of faith and devotion involve long walks (i.e. pilgrimages) to holy sites around the globe.

The Buddhists speak of “walking meditation,” or kinhin, where movement after long periods of sitting, particularly through beautiful settings, can unlock a different kind of stillness than traditional meditation. In a beautiful letter to his bedridden and depressed sister-in-law, Søren Kierkegaard wrote: “Above all, do not lose your desire to walk. Every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness; I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.”

In my life, I’ve been repeatedly gifted with ideas—from the muses, from my own subconscious, I don’t know—on walks. It was on a walk in Bastrop State Park with the kids when I got the idea for The Stoic Virtue Series. I’ve solved business problems and personal problems on walks. My wife can recognize it in my eyes and knows not to say anything when I return from a walk, rushing into the house and heading to the pile of notecards I have on the counter at all times. He’s probably come up with something…don’t interrupt or he’ll lose it and be a mess after. 

I’ll tell you what I’ve almost never thought—except a couple of times in the Texas summer—I have never returned from a walk and regretted it. Walks haven’t solved all my problems, but they rarely make them worse. And even when they haven’t changed anything, they’ve changed my mood—which is usually most of the problem anyway. 

Sitting at our computers, we are overwhelmed with information, with emails, with one thing after another. On a walk, the mind, relieved of all those inputs, can wander, drift, reflect, process, imagine, make connections, have ideas, or simply get a little peace and quiet.

Kierkegaard tells the story of a morning when he was driven from his house in a state of despair and frustration—illness, in his words. After an hour and a half, he was finally at peace and nearly back home when he bumped into a friendly gentleman who chattered on about a number of his problems. Isn’t that how it always seems to go?

No matter. “There was only one thing left for me to do,” Kierkegaard wrote, “instead of going home, to go walking again.”

And so must we.

Walk.

Then walk some more.

Anyway, I’ve got to go now. Oreo is scratching at the door. 

I’ll see if the kids want to come, but either way, I’m walking.

September 3, 2026by Ryan Holiday
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