It changed without me and it would have changed with me and in spite of me.
The water in a lake must continue to flow, the flowers must die in the winter and new ones grow in the spring. If nothing more, visibly it gives us a sense of appreciation. By not remaining the same we can appreciate what it was when it’s not or we can look forward to something new.
Time does that.
That’s a good thing, I guess…or not. Depends on the angle from where we look at it.