I have always believed in past lives, reincarnation. I feel like the life I am living now is not the first and possibly not the last I will live. Our souls are just recycled, placed into new bodies to experience new things and different types of living. I like the idea of having a heaven to go to once we die, but in a way it sounds a bit boring. We spend our entire lives fighting to live and survive, then we grow old and our souls just go sit around somewhere needing nothing and pretty much doing nothing? How can a soul live for 60, 70, 80 or so years and just sit dormant with the big man upstairs? I like to think that there are places to see in heaven and things to do, but will it be as adventurous as living life on earth?
I love the idea of having more than one go at life. Maybe our memories are stored in a jar somewhere, waiting for our return. It not only sounds fun, but it also leaves with a few questions. What was I like in my past life? Where did I live? What did I learn? Who did I know? Who was I?
I like to believe that my life before this one was lived in the 70’s. I was a hippie that died of an overdose. Sounds crazy I know, but I am always easy to laugh at dumb things and I am just naturally high on life. So I died with drugs in my system in a past life, and drugs were the thing in the 70’s.
I also like to think that in another life or even several lives I have been some kind of leader. I don’t know if I was a queen or just the leader of a small group of people, but I was a leader. That would explain my undying need to be someone important and to lead a group of important people into battle or something. I know I was an awesome leader though, because I want to take care of people.
The one thing that I can’t see from my past lives is actually living a long life. I feel like in all my past lives I have died young. I don’t even know why I think that, but I find it hard to see myself in this life growing old. It actually does worry me a bit, but maybe this will be my last life and I will fall in with the vampires and lead them into the light and let the world know they exist. Who knows, maybe there is some kind of supernatural community out there looking for me, for their queen that was killed in battle. I’m just waiting for my people to find me and fill me in.
It is the life of a dreamer.
What do you think your past life would have been? Even if you don’t believe in past lives and all that jazzy stuff, open your imagination and make something up! It’s a fun exercise at least.