Far From A Constant Being

You’re at your window, watching the animation on the street and embracing the early morning and you realise that it’s the same place that it was years ago but just a new you now with of course more complex situations. It is the same guy around the corner lighting his stove, the milkman stacking his packets for the day, men and women leaving to work, school children struggling to stay awake, people returning from the holy shrines, the dogs barking at each other.
What has then changed over time, with almost everything else being constant? I figure it is the mind within, the person within.
And then I wonder, 20 years from now at the same window, what will life really be like?