Buddha had an analogy.
Milk is milk. Then it gets churned into butter.
Butter is butter. Then it gets processed into ghee.
We reach points at where
the way we have been for a while no longer fits,
it becomes unstable and unable to continue.
Then we reach out into the unknown
and discover the next way we are to be.
Like a caterpiller becoming a butterfly.
Like a little girl growing up and becoming a mom.
Like a busy executive retiring to a beach.
Never fear the dance of change.