Doesn't Everything Die at Last, and Too Soon?

I hate impermanence. This was a problem for me when I first encountered Buddhism in my early 20s. Fast forward a couple of decades and my theme song for 2018 is No Roots by Alice Merton.  I don't know where the year will take me. If it is like other years, there will be plenty of surprises. And I finally know "I like standing still, boy that's just a wishful plan". Impermanence used to hurt. Now it feels like a gift. It means 'this too shall pass'. And some days I need the reassurance of impermanence.