Yeah, I agree with that - if I could opt to be whoever I want, I’d want to be reincarnated as myself again. I can’t imagine a more wonderful life or a better childhood than what I was lucky enough to have. I’d love to go around again if I had the chance.
I guess I lucked out, my childhood was pretty ideal. My parents were pretty well off, we had a nice house away from the suburbs in a more wooded area, with a creek on both sides and fields with wild horses and lots of huge oak trees to climb.
It was such a beautiful area that I could explore and play in it all day long - it was just great. I don’t think kids get that much of a rural experience anymore, the place has since been overdeveloped and it doesn’t have any fields or open spaces anymore.
You eventually come back as you making that comment about you being the drug dealer that killed yourself.
And also at one point, you become me making this comment also. Eventually, you also become every single person that ever reads this conversation.
That Kurzgesagt video seems to be following me around often in my comments because its how I’ve always thought about life … it’s also a philosophy and idea that’s been around for hundreds and thousands of years … that the universe is just filled with living beings (or maybe even just one being) that appear, disappear and reappear in a nonlinear plane of time and space.
Until the next life … it was nice talking to myself.
You come back as the drug dealer that shoots you in your previous life
If I can go back in time to get reincarnated, can’t I just get reincarnated as me?
Who says you haven’t already done that already? … or a dozen times? … or an infinite number of times?
Didn’t we already have this conversation before?
Yeah, I agree with that - if I could opt to be whoever I want, I’d want to be reincarnated as myself again. I can’t imagine a more wonderful life or a better childhood than what I was lucky enough to have. I’d love to go around again if I had the chance.
I had a shitty childhood, but at least I’d know what to expect.
I guess I lucked out, my childhood was pretty ideal. My parents were pretty well off, we had a nice house away from the suburbs in a more wooded area, with a creek on both sides and fields with wild horses and lots of huge oak trees to climb.
It was such a beautiful area that I could explore and play in it all day long - it was just great. I don’t think kids get that much of a rural experience anymore, the place has since been overdeveloped and it doesn’t have any fields or open spaces anymore.
I had a shitty childhood. I’d rather be born to some nice swedish couple. There was no good way out of the evangelical hellhole I started out in.
And shit, I got relatively lucky. I Could’ve been a child soldier or making iPhones at 6y old or some shit.
Right? Why take chances?
What if at the end of our lives we just do that? Unknowingly. Infinitely. That’s a fucking horror.
I’d rather be me the asshole than some other asshole.
The devil we know
Not if you have a good life, or can change things.
The Egg in a nutshell.
You eventually come back as you making that comment about you being the drug dealer that killed yourself.
And also at one point, you become me making this comment also. Eventually, you also become every single person that ever reads this conversation.
That Kurzgesagt video seems to be following me around often in my comments because its how I’ve always thought about life … it’s also a philosophy and idea that’s been around for hundreds and thousands of years … that the universe is just filled with living beings (or maybe even just one being) that appear, disappear and reappear in a nonlinear plane of time and space.
Until the next life … it was nice talking to myself.
Hello me, it’s me again.