→ Like how socks keep disappearing despite your best efforts.
Sunglasses? Cool detachment.
Keys? Just enough control.
Pants? Practical virtue.
Epictetus would have cherished the simplest things—not out of need, but out of principle. A familiar drink, the keys to his modest home, a pair of pants—perhaps even sunglasses—each would serve a purpose, nothing more. These weren’t pleasures, but preferred indifferents, calmly accepted. What mattered was not possessing them, but not being possessed by them.
Perfect for dads who live simply, think deeply, and laugh wisely. Frame it, hang it, and let the wisdom (and dry humor) do the rest.
