Change
Change is a beautiful bitch.
Can't be neither stopped nor manipulated at will. “Free will”, some days I doubt that's real.
Like trying to catch the oxygen with my bare hands, all the molecules slip through my fingers.
Wherever I look, everything is changing. Sometimes swiftly, others, painfully slow.
Inwardly, I contemplate a storm. So much of the old is being destroyed, and new things are being born. Things I thought I knew have been invalidated. I must humbly accept some knowledge is worthless now.
The more I resist, the more I am the recipient and the cause of pain.
Impermanence is one of the most fundamental aspects of reality, the sooner we see that, the better.