Rebirth.

Call it reincarnation or rebirth or call it metaphysical death of a current life. A new birth whilst life goes on. Hence, rebirth only in certain aspects while others remain. The past life that still lingers with few memories and certain people. The memories are painful but the people are indispensable. The certain few who transcend into the new life, seeing you through the process of rebirth. Like a midwife or a nurse. But there is no mother and no wailing child and no umbilical cord. It has been severed long since.

The past life is just what it means : past. The past life of being a somebody`s corporate monkey, design engineer,a better half,tennis partner,Zumba classmate,gym partner,owner of a car are all going be just that - visions of a past life. But why a past life? Because somethings are meant to be evanescent; or because someone deemed them to be that way and oh-so beyond your control. Because you die trying. In more ways than one and with no avail. Or because it kills you inside. Or because you want to do the right thing.

Starting off on a clean slate. A fresh note. Walking the paths smoothed over by the sands of time. Rocky, but they are paths nevertheless. Sometimes the rocks lead to a cliff or a precipice. You teeter towards the edge and regain balance, mostly. Sometimes, you fall over. You come out bruised but tougher. Certain other times, you fall,you come out after a long time; reborn. There are only bruises to speak of your past life.

But life is not sand or snow to be completely smoothed on and written over. There are remnants of the past life that flash through or strike at times when you least expect it. There is not much that can be done when nostalgia kills. You learn to live the present and move on.

With the past life a haze, the present a daze and future a hope against hope,do you dare hope that the rebirth is indeed a blessing and your reincarnate, stronger?