Everything goes away, everything changes. Even the cutest things have their end, their un-cute side. Nothing gets away from this. This may sound depressing, but it always inspires me to have fun, while I can, and to have fun with an imperfect world. I don't know about you but somehow I grew up believing there was a perfect world somewhere, I just didn't live in it. I kept moving, trying to find that perfect world, but I never find it and I spend all my time moving. This is a reminder, the world is impermanent and imperfect.