Short answer – No.
Long answer and my reasons. This is in no way meant to disparage what you believe in. And my answer has not much to do with the fact that I’m Christian rather than Hindi or Budist. It has more to do with how I see this life we all get to life regardless of race, colour or creed.
Why don’t I believe in reincarnation? Mostly because I have no wish to come back as ANYTHING! I don’t want to come back. Once this suck heap is done, I want to be done with living. I’ll go through the motions and live as best I can, for as long as I can, but please. No more!
The idea that if you screwed up in this life you get to live another one where you can maybe fix it? But you don’t remember the previous life – makes no sense. How are you supposed to fix an issue if you don’t even know what it is? Or, if you screwed up too much, you some back as poison ivy or something. To start the whole process all over again, until you get it right.
I do believe in karma – that stuff does work. But there’s nothing really spiritual about it. It’s a question of, what you put out in the Universe will be returned to you, and it’s been proven time and again.
To my way of thinking. You get one life. To screw up as you will. Regardless of what you believe in, good people don’t generally screw up or cause the death of others or maim animals or steal stuff. They try and live their life to the best of their ability, and then, one day, they die. To go to whatever heaven they think they’re going to. Or they just take a long dirt nap. Which is what I would prefer. Just nothingness.
Probably because I don’t want to pay for the sins I did commit, but don’t feel quite deserving enough to go to an actual heaven!
The idea of a loved one maybe coming back in the guise of somebody or something else just smacks of unresolved issues. If you want to say “I love you” one more time, say it. Does not matter if that person is still here or not – it’s just for you that you’re saying it in any case. We all have regrets – it’s a rare human that does not. But living with those regrets all the time only halts you, never brings anything good.
I’ve lost family. Do I want them to come back? Can’t say that I do. I remember them always, they’re a part of my life in so many levels, even after a number of years, I don’t need them to come back. I’ve made my peace with the fact that they’re gone, me crying and moaning about it is not going to make any difference to it.
So, to live your life as if you’re going to come back again, and again, and again, ad infinitum, fills me with dread.
I would suggest you live the best life you can here on Earth. Live as if it was your last. Do the best you are able, be as happy as it’s possible for you to be.
Who knows what waits on the other side? I certainly don’t…