The Covid-19 pandemic is apparently causing a large number of mental health problems. On that subject, one could do a lot worse than read the Roman poet Horace (65-8 BC).
An attractive feature of Horace’s views about man’s efforts (including his own) to enjoy the good life is that you have to laugh about it all. He reflects that everyone thinks others better off than they are and envies their good fortune, but if a god told them to swap jobs, they would all refuse, thus (apparently) giving up their chance to be happy. And what would Zeus think of that — no more answers to your prayers!
‘Harvest the day (carpe diem),’ Horace says, ‘and don’t put too much trust in the next’ i.e. enjoy what you have and forget about tomorrow. Whatever you desperately long for, you must discover what will ‘make you a friend to yourself’ (quid te tibi reddat amicum), and that, for Horace, means living a simple life, not in eternal suspense about what the next hour will bring.
Just long for what is enough (quod satis est): to that end, the one thing to make and keep you happy is nil admirari (‘not to stand in awe of anything’), especially not possessions or public esteem.
Friends, of course, are of great importance: choose them for their qualities, not their status or wealth, people who will support you, and you them, when troubles arise. Erotic passion? Enjoy it while it lasts, but know that it will end in tears. As for death, relax: life is brief and insecure enough as it is. We are all in the same boat: Charon’s.