Wrong. Only death is immutable.The status quo today is yesterday’s news tomorrow. Love is in the air this morning, gone by dusk. Your life’s plan rarely pans out.
Shape-forming, turbulence, flashes of lightning, skin grafts everywhere, children growing into tyrants. The foundation crumbles, the trees felled, the virus mutates, the beliefs dissipate, corners clipped.
Rest assured that constancy exists only on paper, the future is untold, your prospects unknown. Cross off everything on your list. Throw the list away. Float on air to your next destination.