I have lived many lives before. Just as you did, your neighbour, your lover or your child did.
I was born and all was wonderful. I started to grow and recognised the urging feeling of creating something profound. As I teenager, I knew I had so much time so I just fed myself with the excitement it radiated within my soul. This feeling persisted throughout my middle age, but here came the uncertainty and hesitation about what should I actually do? It started to grow into a itch, the steadily into an ache. I died regretting everything and I promised so deep, so strong that next time I will do everything differently. I was born. All was wonderful. I started to grow and recognised the urging feeling of creating something profound.
