Life - before and beyond

I talk a lot. Shamelessly. Obtrusively. As if I have a dedicated audience paying attention to every single nuance in my speech, every single body gesture and face expression. As if they are all me, they all have an urge to listen, an urge to talk out and an urge to break away from those long standing shackles which had bound them since childhood. Initially I believed that some of my fears are attributed to the way I had experienced my childhood, but now I am beginning to realise that the they have a much deeper connotation associated with them. Hence, their origin could be past lives. Why not?
No human being can ignore the fact that their interests and experiences appear unique to them. Every fear, every shortcoming appears very very peculiar to oneself. That notwithstanding one will not feel one with oneself. True. If I become forgetful of my past errors, I wont be able to recognise my face in the mirror. Hence, I am because, I have notions, I have feelings, experiences, knowledge and lessons of life. That is all indistructible. Eternal. Unending. Something like this can only accumulate itself overy multiple lives.