Everything is either coming into existence or passing out of it—nothing remains still. What seemed whole just a moment ago is already partly gone. The world keeps renewing itself through constant change, just as time moves forward through endless cycles.
So why become attached to anything that is rushing past so quickly? To fall in love with such things is like falling in love with a sparrow that flits over your head—you get only a fleeting glimpse, and then it’s gone.
Life itself is fragile—just a vapor of blood and a bit of air. Breathing in and out, which sustains life moment by moment, ends with your final breath. That last breath is simply the conclusion of the same action you’ve repeated every second since birth.
