The Last Coffee…
The cool breeze of the early morning whispered through the small, bustling café as Robert Dawson stared into the depths of his coffee cup, lost in the chaos of his own thoughts.
The world outside continued its relentless pace, oblivious to the fact that Robert was teetering on the edge of a decision that could end everything.
Just weeks ago, his software company, his pride, and joy, had declared bankruptcy. A massive setback, unforeseen, had swept away years of hard work, savings, and hope — leaving nothing but despair in its wake.
Across from him, two students were engrossed in a discussion of their latest assignment of a stoic paper. Their animated voices cutting through the haze of Robert’s thoughts. He was barely listening until a particular phrase caught his attention: “premeditatio malorum.”
The words hit him like a jolt. He tuned in, curiosity piqued despite himself.
“So, what exactly is this premeditatio malorum?” one of the students, a tall boy with glasses, asked his friend.
The second student, a girl with a thoughtful expression, leaned forward. “It’s a Stoic practice. It means imagining the worst-case scenarios. Like, you think about everything that…
