Jesus was poor and humble, without even "a place to lay his head," but He was not an Ascetic. He enjoyed fully. He sang, "I shall not want" and walked in the richness of having; He, the inheritor of the earth, whose bed was everywhere, whose rest was His very Father's heart.
Jesus, who took up His cross and bore His yoke, whose silence shouted as loud as His speech, was nevertheless not a Stoic. He did not merely withstand suffering behind a barricade of total reliance on Himself like an orphaned child. No, His glory and gladness and completest joy was his total reliance on his Father.
Jesus was not a Skeptic. He found the truth of God in every corner He peeked.