The self neither comes nor goes. So why grieve for the bodythen the next one? The bodies are made of pracrity of nature, of mire. Whatever is compounded will perish. That which has been put together will fall apart. All compounded things decay. It doesn't begin for you also, until you accept the first noble truth, everything here is sorrow. Sosamitapasangin used to say that buddhism is a serious religion. You talk about reining on your peride. Everything here is sorrow... Why should change be sorrow? Changes can be fn also, our fun, our happiness, our satisfactionif it depends on a certain set up
Inspired by the 15th chapter of the Ashtavakra Gita, Swami Sarvapriyananda gives a discourse on the nature of the Self.