It’s what you do.
No choice.
No stopping.
Always moving.
We are movement.
We are change.
What can you do, then?
You can observe the movement.
You can take pauses from immersing your self in the movement.
Who is observing, then?
Is the observer moving, or still?
Could it be moving— with a different frequency of pace?
Is everything moving, changing— just with different frequencies of pace?