Thoughts on reincarnation?

hello, i've always had a somewhat confused opinion about that, because i think we are reincarnated but in a different way than most people think (kind of shit isekai anime). I feel that simply our matter and body goes somewhere else to fulfill the function of the universe. Even if it were more fanciful and we say we have past or future lives, I find it kind of sad because we don't retain memories of those lives. Maybe and we at this moment are the reincarnation of a past life but the simple fact of not retaining the memories of that life makes me a little sad because we do not know if we are or act the same as the person we took their place. Sorry if I didn't mention something more religious, scientific or magical but that's the little I can express about what I know about the subject hahaha.

What Ramen said, I personally like to believe in souls being recycled for their purpose in this world, or to continue at life one more time if the last life ended abruptly.

I remember having at least one past life.  It was WAY back at a time when the myths of egypt were just really successful people.  The following seems cohesive but really is a bunch of random impressions I've remembered over many years and pieced together what happened.  There is still MUCH I don't remember about that life.

I remember being part of a spaced out family in a forest so tall you couldn't see the tops, always slightly foggy.  It also had seasons but winter was short and mild.  There was a very unheard of, very big, and very wild forest fire and I ran from it but passed out from smoke inhalation. i woke up to a guy standing over me and I had him on his back with a blade at his throat so fast I don't remember how I did that. Maybe it was luck. I was taller and significantly angrier than I am now. 

Once we understood each other I followed him because before I woke up, I had been moved out of the burnt area and the sun was beating down on a packed sandy earth area.  From there we took a long journey and ended up at a clay palace on a hill where I was introduced to whatever pharaohs were called back then.  We built a temple sometime later., and at some point I watched a race in a big arena. Our favorite to win was attacked mid-race and killed.  Unfortunately somehow we were influenced by something or we had always been this way but at least one of us was increasingly  bloodthirsty, and I remember many people were killed. Eventually a mob came and killed the guy. I was hidden, I learned from my time in the trees how to be invisible. I survived until my old age, I think.  At one point I may have been a teacher, but I don't really know.

funny enough it's technically a scientiffically proven thing!

heres a video i saw on it a while ago 

here it is

afterlife science thingie

how tefuck did you insert a gif in the replies wth