Nothing external can ever truly touch the soul.
In *Meditations*, Marcus often returned to this point. He'd reflect that no matter the crisis — war, slander, sickness — his *soul* remained untouched unless he let those things in. His journal became a shield. By reminding himself of his inner invincibility, he could face trials without bitterness. To Marcus, the soul was like a fortress: always under your command.
Your peace is an inside job. Guard the door to your soul.
"Everything can be taken from a man but... the last of the human freedoms."