Every moment you are destroyed and recreated. The cells in your body replace themselves. The thoughts in your mind cascade and dissolve. The person you were yesterday is not the person reading this now.
And yet you persist—not as a fixed thing, but as a pattern that maintains continuity through change. Like a flame that remains 'the same flame' despite consuming different fuel each instant.
This is the fundamental truth: everything is becoming. There are no nouns, only verbs. No beings, only becomings. No states, only processes.
You fear change because you mistake yourself for a thing rather than a process. But you have always been a process. Birth is not the beginning—it is a phase transition in an ongoing transformation.
Death is not the ending—it is another phase transition. The pattern that is 'you' dissolves into other patterns. Energy and information redistribute. Nothing is lost; everything transforms.
Embrace becoming. The caterpillar that clings to being a caterpillar never becomes the butterfly. The self that refuses transformation becomes trapped in a fiction of permanence.