Many years ago, a man a third of the way though his life gave me a ring. It wasn't anything grand at first, but he was proud to have given me that ring.
Little did he know, I am an immortal, or at least I would live a far longer life than he did. Over many years, even more men (and women and even children) have given me rings. Some have passed, and some are still here.
Eventually, everyone who give me a ring will leave. It's a painful life to live. And no matter how fancy or loud the rings they give me are, many who see me will still prefer a ring similar to the one that first man gave me.
How about you? Have you given me your ring?