Those who are resilient can more quickly regain their equilibrium and spring back when they are thrown off kilter by the storms of life.

Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the sun comes never near us, And the heavens look dark and wile.

Ignore donkeys and other naysayers!

The end doesn't give back to the beginning

Now I've changed things. I've left my own fingerprints on the world, no matter how small, and it's upset the equilibrium of us

That's life. Something always happens. We don't live in stasis, frozen in amber.