Have you ever been a part of celebrating a new life entering the world? When someone is born you dream, you imagine, you envision this new, little person’s future. We look forward to who he will become and what she will do.
What about mourning the end of a life? Family and friends come together to remember and reflect; to look back. We enter life with a future before us and we leave life with a history behind us.
But what if this perspective was reversed? What if we thought about being born into a history? And leaving behind a future when we die? What does this do to the way we think about and understand life and death?
We neatly part and parcel out life and death. It’s my future and my history. I live a rather isolated, disconnected experience from you. Is this really true though? Is it even possible?
What if we are each born into someone else’s history? And we leave behind a future for someone else to embody? Not reincarnation, but the fluidity of connection. A subtle shift that dramatically blurs the boundaries we force on life and death.