—Your favorite mug broke —his partner told him from the kitchen.

He remained silent.

That mug had history.

It was the one his mother gave him when he got his first job.

It had an old crack, but he still used it. It was his symbol.

He found it in the trash can: broken in two, stained with coffee.

For a few seconds he felt that warmth in his chest: anger, sadness, something between a knot and a knife.

But then he remembered something he read from Epictetus:

"What you love is mortal. Remember that every day. And when it breaks, don't say: 'It is lost!', say: 'It returned to where it belongs.'"

He took a deep breath.

The mug was not his mother, nor his past, nor his worth.

It was just a mug.

One that accompanied him for a time, like everything he loves, and that he now had to let go.

And in that moment, without looking for it, he understood what freedom is.

And you? Do you keep things because they give you peace… or because you are afraid to let them go?

What would you have done with the mug?

#Inspiration #Motivation

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