Growing up, no one explains how nothing is permanent. For instance, a home. You grow up, you move into a dwelling: a house, an apartment . . . but nothing prepares you for the end when you have to move out because the time allotted for you to live there has arrived.
One day, you will have to move out of that dwelling. The mere action of buying a place to call home never really makes it yours. It is silly and banal to think otherwise. Sure, you might be buying, and you might be acquiring equity, but the home will still someday belong to someone else. The equity you built into that home will not save you from death. Death is imminent. Whether it is your own death or that of a loved one, it changes everything and everyone – forever. The home you lived in for years will one day belong to someone else; they will get to live in it until their story comes to an end, too. You get no special privileges because you are you. Death is certain. Permanence is evasive.
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