In Pieces

Does it seem like we live our lives in fragments or pieces?  Our lives are so permeated with change.  We change jobs, houses or careers or cities.  We change partners.   We have alot of beginnings and alot of endings.  Where is the continuity? What do we have in our lives that is constant and unchanging?   Previous generations had more stability perhaps even staleness.  We seem to have more change and maybe even thrive and rely on change. Is it too much change?  Do we lose something by constantly changing?