Everything constantly changes. Time passes. Objects and circumstances transform, mature, age, and decay. But I don’t want this to happen. I want the beautiful rose to remain beautiful; I want (my body) to remain young. I want the pleasurable moment to last forever. But this isn’t the way of things; and so my want, unfulfilled, turns into sadness, frustration and suffering.
Adopting a philosophy of accepting change, of celebrating it, and of letting go can help reduce the sadness of life. But philosophy only goes so far. The real problem is not a refusal to accept change, but rather arises from misidentifying myself with the objects of the world — especially with the body — and there is no stopping the body from aging, becoming sick, and dying.
So, is there a way out of this universal tragedy?