Never-ending story

It matters not how many moments, seconds or years go by... it feels that everything is constantly changing and the movement is never-ending. The paradox seems to be that while you search for the permanent and always-existing, you need to change something to find it. You need to change your perspective and angle on things. Still at the same time the permanent is always there. What is it? How can you recognize it?

I have become increasingly frustrated and distressed to realize that no effort, no time, no the people I meet, nothing seems to help me see. There is more to this, I can feel it. I am aware of its existence but just like a fish deep in the water I can not see the stars. Moments, people, life situations, efforts and emotions - they all come and go. I can not go with them, nor can I step aside. I´m in and out, always changing my take on it. And still stuck on the drifting.

The cry of existence.

What else is there than to recognize what you have, what you hold on to - and let it go? No matter how valuable it might be, no matter how much it has meant for you. Nothings stays.

In a hundred years time we´ll see how much it was all worth it.