In Greek mythology, Argos (or Argus) is the faithful dog of Odysseus, the hero of the Odyssey. The story goes like this: Odysseus, king of Ithaca, leaves his home to fight in the Trojan War, a conflict that lasts ten years. After the war, his journey back takes another decade due to various trials and divine interventions. Meanwhile, back in Ithaca, his loyal dog Argos waits for him.
Argos was a strong, swift hunting dog in his youth, trained by Odysseus himself. But as the years pass—twenty in total—Argos grows old and neglected. Odysseus’s palace is overrun by suitors vying for his wife Penelope’s hand, believing Odysseus dead. These suitors disrespect the household, and poor Argos is left to lie on a pile of dung, infested with fleas, a shadow of his former self.
When Odysseus finally returns to Ithaca in disguise (as a beggar, thanks to Athena’s help), he sees Argos. The old dog recognizes his master instantly, despite the disguise. Too weak to get up, Argos wags his tail and pricks his ears, showing his joy and loyalty after two decades of waiting. Odysseus, moved but still undercover, can’t acknowledge him openly without blowing his disguise. He sheds a tear in secret. Moments later, Argos, having seen his master return at last, dies peacefully, his purpose fulfilled.
It’s a short but gut-punching moment in the Odyssey, highlighting themes of loyalty, endurance, and the passage of time. Argos’s story sticks out because it’s one of the few times Odysseus shows raw emotion, and it contrasts the dog’s faithfulness with the disloyalty of the suitors.
People grow up when they get married.
It is probably better to get married when you are young because then you grow up. And then what else matures people? I have met very few people who have fully matured who do not have children. I think there is a reason for that, a real technical reason. You are not mature until someone else matters more than you—period. Maybe that will be your wife or your husband, but probably not. They might matter as much as you, and maybe that is the right amount. But when you have children, they matter more than you, unless there is something seriously wrong with you.
Very few parents, if push came to shove, would not die for their children. As soon as someone else matters more than you do in some fundamental sense, you have taken another step toward a true, mature responsibility. I do not see that you can do that without necessity, and there is nothing that screams necessity more than an infant.
Sometimes it feels like the world has all gone mad.
I like to explore ideas, varied perspectives, historical context, all with calm intellectual humility.
But people online want me to "pick a side" and to be outraged.
Nah. I'll keep doing my thing. You do you. Love you all ❤
If you are a young man out there, I have one simple piece of advice which will make you 100x more likely to become somebody important in this life.
Stay away from drugs and stay away from people that do them.
The greatest inspiration to me is seeing how much a single man can inspire others. How amazing is it to have that ability to positively influence change in someone’s life with your actions and words?
Every day, the same man comes to talk to me between sets.
He greets everyone at the gym the same way and loves to critique fitness and talk about his family.
Not everyone entertains him, which I find is sad.
Today, he said something to me that I think more people in gym culture need to hear.
He said, "I'm an 86-year-old man who struggles to make it to the gym every day, and it's youngsters like you who make me smile, making my whole day worth living."
I hope that the next time you're at the gym, you'll take a moment to encourage strangers.
I hope you understand that the world doesn't revolve around just you; other people struggle too.
Taking the time to hear others, matters. ❤️