All in the past

I don't know but our teacher got us thinking. And it wasn't something boring and trivial to turn us all into monotonous clones. No, it was about past lives. She talked about people who remembered things they had never witnessed in their present lives. I heard a story years ago about a boy who remembered this house, the path and all but had never been there.

I would love to know who I was before this. Would I be the same person? Did I look similar? What were my dreams? Loves? Ambitions? What did I hate? What were my friends and family like and who were my favourite teachers in school? Was I partly the same or someone completely different. Someone completely unlike me.

Maybe I was a beggar girl, living on the cold streets of New York City.

Maybe I was a boy for all I know!

Maybe I was an artist and spent hours in an airy room painting my way out of a deeply flawed world.

It's amazing to think who you could have been, what you could have been and maybe even if it somehow influenced you in this life. I like things without a rational explanation, without an exact science. Like tears which my science teacher said no one knows exactly or maybe he just won't tell us because it is not on the curriculum.

I hope I helped people in my old life. I wondered if I had any romances then, perhaps I died young and didn't get to that age. I could have died a cot death.

The possibilities are endless but maybe I'm brand new. . .

Who do you think you'd be? And would you want to be anyone other than yourself?

B

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