Our Selves
a journey into past lives...
So this was the start.
The first. Our first touch of living.
We came out of the ground with spikes as thin as needles.
Born from the dead matter we scavenged on.
Unaware and blank, yet constantly traveling to find something.
Did we ever find it?
No, not in this life.
I miss the ocean. Will we ever come back to it?
Someday we will.
How about in our second life? What did we find?
We found out about joy... but also sadness and despair.
And sometimes the sadness diluted the joy.
Maybe our first life was better, when we didn’t have so many thoughts.
That was, until we found our family.
How could I forget?
But why did our third life end like this?
Sometimes things are cut short. Much shorter than we expect.
Then what was the point of this life?
If it was short, I would have rather not lived it at all.
A short life does not mean an absence of meaning.
We still discovered joy and sadness. And never came across loss and grief.
You're right... I guess in some ways, it had just as much or even more significance.
This life… our longest life.
We arose from the ground and found not only solitude, but isolation.
Isolation? Weren’t there people nearby?
Yes, there was.
But they ended this life when my leaves turned gold and my scent became stronger.
I guess there was something that people didn’t like about me.
But that’s okay… all things come to an end eventually.
Sometimes I wonder where here is.
I still don’t think I’ve found anything and I feel like I keep wandering like in my first life.
It’s starting to feel pointless like there’s no destination.
Will we ever find that something?
We will.
It might not be in this life that we find that certain something,
but we will find things and make meaning.
Once we find our things, then we can move onto the next.
And the next might just be the something that we’ve been looking for.