Most people think Epicureanism means wild parties and excess. It doesn’t.
Epicurus lived 2,300 years ago in ancient Greece. He founded a school called the Garden where he and his friends pursued what he considered the highest goal: pleasure.
But his version of pleasure would bore most people today.
Epicurus thought the best pleasures were simple ones. Good food—but not fancy food. Close friendships. A calm mind. Safety from harm. Enough money to meet basic needs, but not wealth.
He was suspicious of pleasures that created complications. Fame brings envy and pressure. Luxury creates dependence. Romantic passion leads to jealousy and heartbreak.
His test was simple: does this pleasure create anxiety? If yes, skip it.
This sounds limiting, but Epicurus thought it was freeing. Most of what we chase—status, approval, the perfect relationship—makes us miserable even when we get it. We’re always worried about losing it.
Instead, he focused on what the Greeks called ataraxia: tranquility. A state where you’re content with what you have and not constantly reaching for something else.
Epicurus wasn’t against all intense pleasures. He just thought most weren’t worth the trade-off. The anxiety they create cancels out the joy they provide.
I think about this when I’m doom-scrolling social media or shopping for things I don’t need. I’m chasing stimulation instead of satisfaction.
Epicurus would probably ask: what are you really looking for? And is there a simpler way to get it?