[ WP ] When you die , you get reborn with all your memories and abilties intact . Instead of telling anyone , you decide to learn and perfect as many skills as possible in the span of many lifetimes to become the most talented human being .

You could say that I am a collector, but by most definitions that would certainly not be the case. You see, most people collect things of a tangible nature: post cards of vacations, rocks from different places, my mother's silly coins we would search for at the market. Unlike most people, however, I collect what no one else can. Talents. 
 
 In my first iteration, I was a merchant. I loved the bustle of the merchants, the calls of lower prices and better goods. Haggling was my balancing act, my musical instrument. It took two to tango, as the saying goes, and the connection was like a fire in my soul. The people were what it was about. I amassed a great fortune, yet died alone. I begged for another chance which was answered in silence. 
 
 I awoke from my deathbed the next morning in shock. Had someone heard my prayer? I thanked whoever was up there for a second chance, and fell to the task swiftly. I decided to forgo monetary gains and focus on family, on friends. This second chance was all I had hoped for; nights were filled with singing and laughter, I became a lover of music and stories. Children performed nightly and we joyful, and on my deathbed I smiled and was content. 
 
 I awoke from my deathbed yet again, confused as before. Was I cursed? I searched for my family, but they were long gone. I determined that I must build again what I had before, but with the lost of my first family, my heart was not in it. I became cold, and went back to the money. I became a skilled architect, with fame and fortune, and in the end I prayed this would be the last. 
 
 I awoke from my deathbed. I awoke from my deathbed. I awoke from my deathbed. 
 
 I can sample a wine and tell you the exact province and year. I can pick up any instrument and play various styles and genres. I can perform advanced mathematical proofs and study the stars. My collection is filled to the brim, but in truth it is the same as any other collection. It serves to remind me of times gone by, and unlike any other collection, I have no one to share it with. 
 
 So I collect my talents, and lie down on my deathbed. 
 
 
 
 Edit: Full disclosure, this is my first time really trying to write anything, and it was somewhat lazy. But I loved this prompt, thanks OP you truly inspired me to try something for the first time. I'd love thoughts on it, if it made sense at all what i was trying to convey.
