On the river that will not wait
“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.”
Heraclitus was not talking about rivers. He was talking about you. The body you wake in is not quite the one that fell asleep; the conviction you held yesterday has shifted by a hair.
This sounds like loss, and partly it is. But if nothing holds still, then what feels heavy today is not your permanent condition either — it is water, currently passing.