Everything goes in cycles. All things die and are reborn in some fashion. Not in the Buddhist sense necessarily, but you can't truly end something, just change

Everything goes in cycles. All things die and are reborn in some fashion. Not in the Buddhist sense necessarily, but you can't truly end something, just change it so it no longer resembles what it was. You're made of the same stuff as everyone else, and can change to anything. Being sad of losing what you are is only normal, but the alternative of being the same forever is much scarier.