Everything is ephemeral.
Everything we value. Everything we fear. It comes, it goes.
Like a river. The same but not the same.
We have been granted some things for a short period of time. But the time will come soon enough when they are all taken away. To wish that that time were longer is to forget their nature.
They change back into what they’re made of, as we do. The creation of the new requires the dissolution of the old.
That which brought about their being takes it away again, having provided them with the chance to fulfil their role.
These are not ours. They are only borrowed.