Consistency

It is a cruel reality that as humans we watch loved ones grow old, crumble, and die. And at the same time I can walk out my door and see the same Robin, and hear its sweet song just as I did as a young boy. I can go to the river and catch the same fish I caught when I was six, and it would look, smell, and taste just the same today as it did those years ago. It is as though nature is in a state of perpetual youth. There are days I long for such consistency in my life.