We live in a changing world, but we need to be reminded that the

Host: The evening sunset spills its orange light through the wide windows of the small, quiet café, casting long shadows on the polished wooden floors. The air is filled with the soft hum of conversation and the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee, but there is a feeling of stillness around the table where Jack and Jeeny sit. The world outside is ever-shifting, with the movement of cars and people constantly flowing by, but inside, there is a peaceful sort of pause, as though they are suspended in time. Jack stirs his coffee, his gaze distant, while Jeeny watches him with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.

Jack: “We live in a changing world, huh?” His voice is light, but there’s an edge of skepticism. He looks out the window, as though watching the world move without him, the bustle of the city never stopping. “I get it. Things change. The world shifts beneath our feet, and we’re supposed to adapt. But… what’s the point of keeping up when it feels like you’re just trying to stay afloat?”** He stirs his cup, lost in thought. “Sometimes, I feel like everything’s just in a constant state of motion, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to keep up.”

Jeeny: Her eyes soften, and she watches him for a moment, the weight of his words settling between them. She sits up straighter, her voice calm but steadfast. “I think what S. Truett Cathy meant was that change is inevitable. The world will always move, always evolve. But we need to remember that the important things, the things that truly matter, don’t change. Those are the things we have to keep in focus, especially when everything around us feels so unstable.” She pauses, watching the people outside the window, all caught up in their own hurried lives. “It’s easy to get distracted by the noise, by all the movement. But if we keep our priorities in proper order, the things that matter will always remain solid.”

Jack: “Solid? So we’re supposed to just ignore the chaos, the uncertainty around us, and keep focusing on the same old things?” He lets out a short, almost bitter laugh. “What if the world’s changing in ways we can’t even understand yet? What if everything that used to matter doesn’t matter anymore? What happens then?” His eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of frustration passing through them. “I can’t pretend like everything stays the same when the world is moving so fast.”

Jeeny: “But that’s the point, Jack.” Her voice is firm, her eyes never leaving his. “We don’t have to pretend. The world is always going to change, and we don’t always have control over that. But we have control over where we place our attention, over what we prioritize. The important things, the values we live by — they won’t change unless we let them.” She leans forward, her words gentle, but powerful. “Love, family, integrity, honesty — those things don’t shift with the winds of change. They remain constant, no matter what happens in the world.”

Jack: “You’re talking about values. But even those get tested, don’t they?” He stirs his coffee again, the motion slow, as though he’s trying to figure out the right way to approach her words. “How do you keep your values when everything around you tells you that you need to change to survive? How do you keep your priorities in order when you’re constantly being told you need more, more, more?” His eyes lock on hers, as if seeking an answer that’s just out of reach. “How do you hold onto what’s important when it feels like the world is telling you it’s not enough?”

Jeeny: She watches him closely, her expression thoughtful, but filled with a quiet certainty. “It’s not easy, Jack. I won’t pretend it is. But that’s why it’s so important to stay grounded in the things that matter. When everything feels like it’s falling apart, your values are what can hold you up. They remind you of who you are and what you stand for.” She reaches across the table, her hand resting on his briefly, her touch soft, grounding. “When the world feels like it’s changing too fast, you have to remind yourself what’s always been true. The things that matter don’t disappear just because everything else does. They’re the constants we can always come back to.”

Host: The light from the window dims as the last rays of the sun slip behind the city skyline, leaving a soft, quiet glow in the café. The noise outside fades into the background as the stillness in the air deepens between them. Jack’s fingers relax around his coffee cup, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing, though his mind still seems tangled with the thoughts Jeeny’s words have stirred.

Jack: “So, you’re saying that no matter how much the world shifts, if we keep our priorities straight, we can still find peace?” His voice is quieter now, the frustration beginning to fade, replaced by a thoughtful wondering. “But how do we even know if our priorities are in the right place? How do we figure out what’s truly important when everything is constantly pulling us in different directions?”

Jeeny: Her eyes are soft, but her smile is warm, understanding. “That’s where the real work comes in, Jack. It’s about being mindful of where your focus is, of what you’re letting shape your life. It’s about pausing every now and then, taking a step back, and asking yourself what you’re truly living for. And if it’s the right thing, then you’ll know. You’ll feel it in your heart.” She leans back slightly, her gaze drifting to the window, as if contemplating the world outside. “Life is always going to throw challenges your way. But if your priorities are grounded in what truly matters — your love, your integrity, your sense of purpose — then nothing in the world can shake them.”

Jack: He looks out the window too, his gaze softening, his thoughts quieting as the sounds of the city begin to feel less overwhelming. “I guess it’s all about choosing what we let define us, isn’t it?” He takes a deep breath, finally meeting her eyes again. “Maybe that’s the key to surviving the chaos — knowing what truly matters and holding onto it, no matter what.”

Jeeny: “Exactly.” She smiles, the warmth of her words settling between them like a promise. “The world will always change, but the important things will never change — if we keep them in the right order.”

Host: The café hums with a soft energy, the world outside still changing, still moving. But here, in this small moment, there is a quiet truth. The conversation lingers, like a thread pulling them back to the things that matter most, reminding them that even in the ever-shifting world, there are anchors that keep us grounded. And sometimes, that’s enough.