Is the world really reborn every moment?

Are we ever truly free from the past? Do fresh starts exist or is it just another mind trick that serves more as a consolation than a solution? Maybe consolation itself is a solution when facing hard situations. The mind needs to believe in some reaffirming story, however unreal it may be. Maybe it's all stories like Yuval Noah Harari says in Sapiens. Why are we caught in this paradoxical place of real and unreal? Is this the only way anything exists in our universe?