It took me a while to realize that nothing was permanent. Nothing was physically capable of staying put too for too long because everything is in motion. Everything floats on like a little toy boat, floating in the dark sea, basking in the glorious sunlight. Little does that little you boat know that someday, it will crash into a problem. This problem will engulf it in its dark, cold waters, and slowly **** it under. This boat, though sinking, is still moving, but will gradually settle itself onto the black sea floor and perish. But don’t be misguided, perishing isn’t a stop. Remember, nothing stops, but everything ends. Dying can be seen as moving from a state of living to a state of unknown. The toy boat will therefore create new life, such as soft green algae clustering on its bow in which other organisms will feed off of and thrive. Life comes across as great, and life is the most beautiful thing one will ever experience, but nothing is permanent. Including life. Everything rubs away, and vanishes.