The following is a fairly lengthy excerpt of the poem "The Year Outgrows the Spring" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. These phrases hit a lot of notes that ring very true for me personally.
"Life's rarest moments are derived from change,
The heart outgrows old happiness, old grief,
And suns itself in feelings new and strange.
The most enduring pleasure is but brief.
Our tastes, our needs, are never twice the same.
Nothing contents us long, however dear.
The spirit in us, like the grosser frame,
Outgrows the garments which it wore last year.
Change is the watchword of Progression. When
We tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new.
This restless craving in the souls of men
Spur them to climb, and seek the mountain view.
So let who will erect an alter shrine
To meek-browed Constancy, and sing her praise
Unto enlivening Change I shall build mine.
Who lends new zest, and interest to my days."
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