On the train yesterday, due to some passengers being noisy, I missed the driver’s announcement as to why we had made an unscheduled stop in the middle of nowhere.
I felt my blood starting to boil. Right up until I realised that – even if I heard what the driver had said – it wouldn’t have changed a thing.
If the train had to sit there for an hour, then so be it. There’s nothing I could have done about it. Getting angry wasn’t going to fix anything. So, there was absolutely no point letting it get to me.
“It isn’t events themselves that disturb people, but only their judgements about them,” Epictetus said. Stoicism wins again.