Permanent.

Will you think that you're all alone,
when there is no one to hold your hand?
When all you know seems so far away,
and everything is temporary, rest your head.

Your heart is a muscle, squeezing blood, in and out.
A muscle that will wear out eventually.
Bit by bit, we'll learn new things through the exposures of life.
We'll condition ourselves to what we've experienced.

Each of us is allocated only a certain number of heartbeats before our heart stop altogether.

How will you plan to live the rest of your life?

Find your personal meaning.
Find your existential purpose.

"Move on with life then."