Our greatest concern is not change itself, but the feeling of being left behind. We live in constant fear of not reacting in time, of failing to notice when something has lost its value or purpose, of continuing to carry what no longer serves us. The speed of events pushes us to review, replace, restart. It demands constant alertness, an exhausting vigilance, because any distraction can mean losing our rhythm or being left out.

In this context, life has become an endless sequence of beginnings. There are no closures, only updates. We change jobs, cities, interests, even identities, without allowing anything to mature fully. We start over again and again, convinced that what’s new will keep us safe from stagnation. But perhaps the real question is not how to adapt to such speed, but whether it’s truly worth living without ever stopping.