... convinced ...

I´m almost convinced that we´ll be reborn a billion times, before we enter into some heaven (this happening is very uncertain, though).
I´ve been born into this world, don´t know where I was before, don´t know where I´ll be next.
I don´t think our distinct existences are related to each other, we are not the same persons, although we will be other "me"- units.
So, in my next life, I won´t have any relation whatsovever to Monsieur Beep. Monsieur Beep will be gone forever. Like leaves on a tree. They look the same, but they are very unique, and a single event, one of a trillion or more in a row scooped out of a mass of ... (of what? if we only knew...).

This makes sense to me. I´m looking forward to the next new fresh life. I will most probably have a caring mother, that´s what I´m looking for most.
But I won´t be able to appreciate that in my next life, because I won´t be able to recall my present life, where I have been missing parental love so much. It´ll be gone. Over. No more traces.

Yet, it makes sense to me. It comforts me.