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I was born many times
I was a priest who sought shelter in God
I was an atheist who defied God
I was a poet who wrote about love but was never meant to love
I was a young man who died for love
I was a soldier who died too young
I was a slave who dreamed of freedom
I was a man who liberated others
I have had many lives
So have you
So have we all
Why you may ask?
Because the priest couldn’t find peace in God if it wasn’t for the scientist living his life to prove that there was no God
How could the poet write about love if the woodworker did not take his own life to stop the pain of love?
How could a man who was born free know the worth of freedom?
The thing is, my friend,
One lifetime is too short to learn
So we expend, exist and relive
To become who we are meant to be
And if we don’t
We will have to do it all again.
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I think what you're talking about here is:
Reincarnation
Dualism
Life and Death
Destiny and Freedom
Let me tell you what I think of these; I used to think that reincarnation was a thing, because being alive was so vivid, then it kinda faded into thinking that everything happens slowly and at its own rate. About dualism, I listened to a lot of Alan Watts (he was pretty much a dualist), and this is something that I still believe, there's both negative and positive and both can't live without the other. It's pretty weird to be alive and call anything something; there's plenty of evidence of what is like to be dead, just look at the world around you; isn't dirt dead? Isn't a plastic bottle dead? About destiny and freedom, it's a common thought of mine to think that I was here before; am I fooling myself into thinking that? Isn't raising your hands at will a sign of freedom? Is there an ultimate destiny? That's all the answers at the grasp of a hand; if you really think about it, it's deeper than you know.
Last thoughts, I liked your writing. It got me looking for patterns or clues, like I normally do with "poems" (is this a poem?) and stuff.
ReplyMY daughter told me all about her past life when she was little.
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