All I Ever Wanted

It's coming.

You can't stop it from coming.

You can't run from it.

You can't hide from it.

You can change, move, or even delete it.

You can love it, or hate it, but seldom at the same time.

It doesn't care about you, or your friends.

It might be near, it might be far, but it never starts where you are.

You can't give it away, but maybe give a way away.

WHAT IS IT?