Change

As we might expect the sun to rise today, and as we might expect it to fall, we might expect that all else in the world follow the same pattern of consistency—the weather, the water that we drink, the food that we eat, the people around us, the very nature of our own existence.

Why are we surprised, distraught, and flustered when these things—fundamentally impermanent, inherently transient, in constant flux—finally decide to change? Do our minds truly weigh the probabilities of each of those occurrences in a manner that reflects the actual patterns of the universe?

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