Jolly Good Planet

A Stoic reminder to master your inner world and release what lies beyond your control. You can always leave someone else’s chaos and return to your own calm. I am in London now. Between the people who love me. The city feels wide and forgiving — a place where the past should loosen its grip. And yet my mind keeps drifting back to Poland. To someone who still lives there. Someone whose frustration once poured directly onto me, as if I were the nearest container for his bitterness. An alcoholic. A person drowning in his own life, who used me as a surface to break against. And here I am — miles away, safe, held — still carrying echoes of a storm that isn’t even happening anymore. How silly I feel. How human. Marcus Aurelius wouldn’t approve, I tell myself. But maybe he would understand. Because the mind doesn’t let go just because the body has moved on. It clings to old patterns, old fears, old versions of ourselves. Psychology calls this emotional residue — the way past harm lingers in...