“Forget what you’ve been told. What do you actually hope and want to see happen when you die?”
—I hope that when I die there is something afterwards. Not a heaven or hell, but a freedom of essence— a freedom of whatever it is inside of me that makes me… me. Like a break from the physical world, but after that we return to life reincarnated as something or someone new. I think that souls can be recycled in a way, because we are born as creatures so impressionable that we become the product of our current society. We gravitate to certain people or places or concepts out of some subconscious familiarity from another lifetime because deep down there is still a part of you that was in the previous life, and every life before that and every life to come.
