It’s funny how something as solid as rock can still remind you that nothing lasts forever. I had this one sandstone arch I used to visit it felt like an old friend, until last season’s storms took a big chunk out of it. Part of me wants to grumble, but Stoicism keeps popping into my head. Do you just accept it as part of the natural cycle, or is there a way to hold onto the meaning without clinging to the form? How do you apply that mindset when something you value literally weathers away?