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My riches belong to me; you belong to your riches.

Comment: Seneca sounds a little moralistic here. I have control of my money, but your money has control of you.

But, after that, he raises interesting questions for our personal reflection. Leave the "you" out. Let us each consider the question for ourselves.

Do I own things, money, reputation, or do they own me? Do they and my attachment to them motivate me, or do I make free choices about them?

How free am I with regard to my things?

There's another old moralism that probably sheds some light here:

Use things; love people. Don't love things and use people.

What is it in us that moves us toward one path or another?