Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death ~ Arthur Schopenhauer.And with that we live and die again and again. One day is an entire cycle of transmigration. In one life we pass through many such cycles, chapters and shades of personality; rising to the peak of our health and cognisance only to dwindle. In sanskrit it is known as samsara meaning metempsychosis.In the ancient Gita it is written: As the embodied soul passes, in this body, from boyhood to youth to old age, a soul similar passes into another body at death. A wise person is not bewildered by such a change (BG 2.13)The journey becomes wearisome. Felicity and melancholy come and go, as well as those we love and others we despise. But I am constant, the observer of change inside and outside of me. Finding that stable place of self, aloof and beyond metamorphous is home ~ absolute.