Past Lives

I’m approaching 25, which is a bit surreal. It’s unlikely that I’ll reach the age of 100, so in all probability, I’ve already hit my quarter-age, but nonetheless, I’m almost 25. Old enough to start getting my shit together, young enough to be excused from (some) poor decisions. I wrote in another post several weeks ago that sometimes I feel old, and sometimes I feel new and I continue to resonate with that. In some of my earlier writings (which have since been archived), I often pondered over the idea of living different lifetimes within one body. Reincarnation without physical death; a shedding of a past Life to evolve into a new one. I still find that to be true.