Marcus Aurelius asks us to perform a quiet revolution in how we name our suffering: by calling loss "change," he strips away the finality we attach to endings and reveals instead a process already underway in nature itself. Most of us think loss and change are different things—one bad, one neutral—but he's insisting they're the same event wearing different clothes depending on our perspective. What makes this radical is that he's not merely consoling us with "time heals all wounds"; he's suggesting that grief itself signals we're participating in the fundamental movement of existence. When you lose a job or a relationship, you're not being punished by an exception to how life works—you're experiencing exactly what keeps a forest alive, what makes seasons turn, what allows anything new to arrive at all.