"I know how Fortune is ever most friendly and alluring to those whom she strives to deceive, until she overwhelms them with grief beyond bearing, by deserting them when least expected. … Are you trying to stay the force of her turning wheel? Ah! dull-witted mortal, if Fortune begin to stay still, she is no longer Fortune."
We are all subject to deception of living well. We think that if we have this, we have that, we will feel 'safe' in life, only to lose those things and be brought down again. I have acquired the bad habit of counting the good things in my, the bad things in my life, comparing and contrasting. This is modern psychology's view of how to get by in life. It's a stop-gap for all of us, when, for a reason or another, we cannot engage in a higher level of moral thinking. It's not necessarily a bad thing.
For example, almost all Hollywood movies are the concept of Rota Fortunae. The hero begins with nothing, rises to prominence, and the credits close with him or her at the very top of that wheel, riding into the sunset. No one hears about how the soldier that won the hand of his lady/man got cancer a year later and died, and his/her fiancee committed suicide. That wouldn't be a good movie. (Well, maybe in Russian cinema, but not here.)
We love to see people succeed. There's something very nice about that. Human nature wants to focus on the good, it really does, even when it can only see evil, lack, want. We still want to count all the good things we have seen. Morality becomes a counting game of moral banking.
Those things we can count without cost, without measure, those things are the most valuable like love and inner peace. But even these, during our dark times, Fortune will take from us. The true measure of a man lies in those moments, in what he can perceive, in what he can push himself to be.
I have picked up the Bible lately again, and I have been doing a lot of thinking about who do I trust to represent a fair vision of myself, of who I am, who I can trust with my mirror's image. It used to be my family. As I grow older, I realize I have to be able to hold that reflection up to myself, and do my best to really wonder if I'm satisfied, if I'm a happy man, if I'm a good man.
The best lives, I think are those who have been to the lowest point in their moral scheme, those who can say that everything that made them feel they were a good person was taken away from them, and they can still continue. In other words, a foolish person who can hope beyond hope when bad things happen. This picture has been in my mind as I go to sleep over the last few weeks.
The image is of three Belgian men, standing atop the rubble of what used to be their homes. They are covered in soot, the war is over, and there's nothing to do but rebuild. And they did. And eventually Flanders became a beautiful, modern, human place again. But not without sacrifice and unnecessary death and loss. They lost everything, absolutely everything, and they rebuilt.
So, when you lose both your fortune and your happiness, there is nothing left but to rebuild. And no matter what point of life that comes to for us, we can only rebuild, and remember. And instead of counting blessings, we can only marvel at our own strength, and ability to succeed again, in the face of failure.