My Karmic Cycle of Reincarnation (fictional)

Dear Current Body,
I am a wandering soul, going from body to body, making the most of each precious life. When the body finally gives out and dies, I leave to return in a newer, younger body. My journey thus far has been a long one.
I started first in the body of Jean-Francois Champollion, born in 1790. I found this journey very exciting and interesting. At the time, I became very interested in newfound knowledge and discovery. I took up the unique hobbies of philogy in many languages, and also became a greatly educated French scholar and orientalist. Then I moved onto deciphering ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, which truly took my immediate interest. Out of all my years, I must say that everything ancient Egyptian, especially mummies has enchanted me. Then, after a full 42 years, my body finally did give way, leaving an impressive legacy for others, and leaving me free to choose my next vessel.
So onto to the next body I went, which I then decided would be a female, to test out those waters. This body’s name was Mary Ann Robson, born in the year of 1832. I must say, I became very adventurous, devious, and down right evil in this body. I’m not exactly sure why, but when I came across certain urges, I just went with them. I must say that my life in this body was not an easy one, and my childhood especially, downright angered me. I decided that as soon as I looked of age, I would move out of my house from my horrible parents. Soon I found my first husband, but I was displeased. Specifically, seeing how badly some men behaved truly disgusted me. So more or less, I went on a wild and secretive killing spree. My weapon of choice, arsenic poisoning. By the time I was finally caught, I killed a countless amount of people, mostly former husbands who revolted me. But I was caught, and of coarse executed, which I might say was most unpleasant.
So to avoid further killings and other dangerous habits, I decided to go back to the male species, it seemed some how slightly easier than that of a woman, especially without all those crazy hormones and PMS. My next vessel of choice was that of Radoje Domanovic, born in 1873. He was Serbian. And more or less, slightly controversial. In this body, I explored my ability to write, specifically short stories, which brought me much joy and release. I mostly focused on humorous short stories to diverge my energy away from my previous dark nature. To my great surprise, it worked. I shelled out many stories by the time the body was thirty-five years of age. And at some point in those years, I began to teach. Being able to give knowledge to others also gave me great enjoyment. To know that I was able to pass things on to others and it might in effect, help them succeed in their lives made me feel quite accomplished, and in some ways happy. Of coarse all good things come to and end, because my weak body contracted tuberculosis, and you known there’s coming back from that. Sadly my happy life in that body died shortly after.
Again, bodies were up for grabs, and I decided to try something different. I chose at random. As it turned out, I got lucky. This body brought me many places. His name was Eugen Suchon, born in the year 1908. In his lifetime, I became greatly aware and interested in music and it many instruments. During the childhood years of this body, I was surrounded by lovely music that swam in and out of my head at all times. I think I then discovered a new ability of mine. It was called composing. I was almost able to visually see in my mind new notes mashing together, almost like they were always meant to belong together side by side. This ability was truly a gift. The art of music brought me so much happiness, and it seems that happiness isn’t even a good enough word to describe it. I truly immersed this body into everything music. I composed from a to z, including vocals works, operas, and even orchestral works—to my great amazement. The rest of this man’s life came and went, but I will always remember the joy I was lucky to receive.
And finally, this leads me to you, the body of Loni, born in 1993. I must admit I am quite pleased with my choice. It appears, that with this body I am able perform a little it of everything I love. I can remain creative, musical, interested in all things Egyptian, and kind in one vessel. I admit that this life is not perfect, but most good things aren’t, most great things aren’t. Despite the challenges of living in this era, I cannot wait to see the many experiences and places this creative, intelligent, and disciplined body will take me in the many years to come.

Sincerely Yours,
Your Soul.