This is a topic I once discussed on an old Myspace blog years ago, and it recently popped into my head again (because I’m morbid, and tend to think about death a lot). I am not a religious person. So I have no idea what happens after we die. Maybe we go to an afterlife of some sort, like Heaven of Hell. Or maybe we just cease to exist. Whatever. There’s no way for me to know for sure, because I’ve never been dead. But I will say that one thing I really hope is NOT true, is the concept of reincarnation.
No disrespect intended to any Buddhist, Hindus, Wiccans, or whatever you are, who believe in that, but I really really hope y’all are wrong. That just sounds like a terrible proposition to me.
See, one thing I’ve always known is that life is incredibly random. So much of your chance for a happy successful life depends on the circumstances of your birth. So, while my life hasn’t been all roses and raindrops, I know that things could have been much worse. What if in my next life I’m born severely handicapped, or one-half of Siamese twins that are stuck together by their buttcheeks, or I’m the child of drug-addicted teenage single mother? No thanks.
Sure, I might get lucky, and be reborn as one of Bill Gates’ grandchildren, but it’s not worth the risk to me. I’d rather just live out the rest of this life, the best I can, and then just be done with it. After I’m dead, I don’t want to come back.