"Don't you, their father, prefer for them to be happy? Aren't you prepared to endure anything in order to see them counted among good people?" Musonius
It would seem there isn't any better way for me to share with you my experiences than to write to you as I am doing right now. Although I am no longer young, I feel like I am, both in body and mind, as I am still learning many things not only in technical knowledge but also about living with other people in peace and with cheerfulness.
The main reason I write to you is to show you that I love you and care about you with all my heart and soul, to give you what I believe is the most valuable thing in the world: philosophy. Philosophy is the love of wisdom, the continuous search to improve, the constant endeavor to question everything. It can shield you from all of life's arrows and put into perspective life itself.
I named you Epictetus to remind you to always return to philosophy and acquire wisdom. It will serve you well even when I am long gone, yet I will always be with you.
You are a precocious boy. I see you often playing with your toys all alone, not because you had no friends but rather you had no need for them. One day I saw you with a girl, and she was following you all around the playground. You both looked so happy. I too felt happy, knowing you would take care of people and lead them effectively.
You enjoy a good laugh, joking around whenever you can. There are times when I demand that you say what you just said again when you snapped back at me in defiance, and in reply you say, "Again." You don't always follow instructions very well, but you will grow up to be a strong man.