I used to wish that the world would stand still. It seemed as if it was all just moving too fast.
Lately though I have realized the reality of the opposite. It is not the world that is moving around me, but me around it.
I am the only one changing, aging, mutating as babies are born, grow and get married, then become old and die; only to be replaced by another new young life in its succession, without importance as to the individual.
The world remains the same.
The leaves fall from the trees year after year. The sun rises and sets. The pattern of the universe is established and unchanging. There will always be dancing eating and marrying; it is only I that will cease to be.