Permanance

There lies a certain illusory security in the idea of permanence.
Consistency is so utterly against the grain of human nature,
Yet we strive for it above all else.
Why?
Either out of trepidation of being alone,
& being forced to provide for ourselves…
Or something else.
Something deeper.
I know how it feels, but I can’t name or depict it.
It’s like a word that gets stuck at the tip of your tongue.
It’ll drive me insane until I can place it,
But it’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks with no avail.
I want it back, but that’s not sensible.
Might as well learn now, & embrace that no person is permanent.
No situation will always be the same.
No place never changes.
All we can rely on is that we can rely on nothing at all.