We are so much like the weather. Carbon-based weather vanes. One day to the next; one day, unlike any other. Ever again.
There are isobars, and barometric pressures, and moon tides. There is this big solar daddy hanging over us all. He's consistent, but changeable too.
As above, so below. There is only constant change, moment to moment. This feeling of continuity is really just a helpful (sometimes) illusion. Helpful, and then, not so helpful too. Can't hold on. To anything.
It's a little frightening. And a lonely row to hoe.
Good days you can ride the wave, and crash in the surf, and get back up, over and over. Until you are done. That's a life.