Transient Seaweed

Transient:  Lasting only for a short time; impermanent.

During my recent trip back to the Midwest where I saw old high school friends and old friends from my time in Alcoholics Anonymous one of the more profound realizations/reminders that I saw was that life really is transitory.  So much has changed in the ten short years since I've been back.  And as I grow older I can see that there is an endpoint to all of this nonsense.  And I say this cheerfully.  That nothing is forever, that it all comes and goes, that I'm here right now but not forever.  This has not been depressing at all.  It has been . . .  calming in a way, reassuring, grounding.  So some guy doesn't use his turn signal in front of me and I'm going to lose my shit?  Really?  Seriously?  I'm going to be dead sooner rather than later and I'm going to seethe over some perceived slight which is probably just a mistake?