The wheel. It turns. And sometimes you think it's all about the wheel and it's turning. You are on the wheel, you are turning too. After awhile all you see are "cycles" , things recurring in a sequence, a long series of occurrences.
So there is the constancy of the wheel, but everything is also always different - changing, morphing, growing, breaking-down, aging. So the wheel turns, the wheel always turns, but all that is on the wheel is in a continual state of change.
Another one of those odd paradoxes. Seems we are stuck in an endless, looping, series of paradoxes. That is sort of what passes as wisdom.
There is the way. The Tao. "...the flow that is everywhere. People moving around, nature doing whatever it does..."