It is never going to be the same blah blah… Could it ever remain the same? Same as what? Did you change the batteries of your watch? Your identity is a product of time. Accumulation of time stamps. Just jump on the train! It’s rolling.. tick tock
There is this pace in my existence where I doubt values, I scratch down to the core of each being dissect every little element of existence and I find myself amazed by the truth, truth is nothing but this constant state of ever changing. The whole seems one from above.