Summary: Time is such a strange thing. There always seems to be too much of it, or too little. Don’t you think? And always at the wrong moment. But in the end, it always runs out, whether you want it to or not.
And within time, there is change. Always. Nothing in the world ever stays the same.
Not the flowing rivers, or the pebble dragged along. Things are going to change and there’s nothing that I, or anyone else can do to change that. Nothing is permanent. Not life. Not the world. Not you, and not me.