[ WP ] Every person born is given a date of when they will die . These dates have no year , however .

It was a miserable existence from what I can recall, unclear in areas however for all intents and purposes it happened like this in one way or another: 
 
 Suddenly there was something, having been nothing a moment before. Feeling and thought, that is. To be certain, it was not the feeling that is physical, that came later. The memory that I'm recollecting is vague and foggy like I mentioned, though it is as if somebody filled the essence of what I was feeling at this time and put it into a bottle, for I can remember it as clear as if it happened yesterday, though, of course, it very well could have happened yesterday. 
 
 What came next was the other kind of feeling. I am unsure of exactly how long I had gone without this physicality; like before it was n't and then it was. A sensation comparatively dull to the other, and somewhat disappointing for the reason I am about to explain. 
 
 It was disappointing because when I was graced with my first sense I thought that was all I was. I thought perhaps I just existed and did n't have anything attached to my thoughts and feelings, and it was wonderful. I felt a freedom that ads a new definition to the word. And then I felt with my hands, my little hands. My left hand felt my right hand and my right hand felt my left hand. And then I felt my body, small and frail and weak. And then I felt my surroundings, where I was, wet and warm but uncomfortable. I knew what I was almost as soon as it begun to happen. Disappointment reigned as if somebody had just burst the balloon that I was soaring into the sky in. Pop! Down, down, down I went, further and further I dropped and then somebody grabbed me and pulled me with cold, vicious hands out into the foul world that I knew so well already. I could smell it. 
 
 The last thing I remember and it is a weak memory at that, was the man who ripped me from my solitude yelling at my mother who was crying in agony. And then, just as it happened before, it happened again: I was there, and then I was not. 
 
 I have many theories of how I died and all could be true. I've died so many times and I now realise its a futile and excruciatingly irksome business to remember the life you previously lived. It is better to concentrate on the life you are currently living than to dwell on better or worse existences. It just so happens that the meagre life I just described is so much easier to remember above all the others because it was short-lived. 
 
 I am enjoying my current life. 
 
 
 edit: first time posting anything here, any advice, comments good or bad are appreciated. 

