Recycled people.

I've been thinking about reincarnation a lot in recent years. There's something more appealing about it as I enter old age than the idea of going to heaven, hell or purgatory. We come back to life as somebody else, which is easier to understand than trying to imagine living as ethereal spirit somewhere in another dimension. But what happens if we are reincarnated into something that is living a wretched existence, like those insects that are used by wasps to carry their eggs? Or imagine coming back as a human living in a slum or some war torn region. But I like to think that it would be exciting to be a new human being, a baby with a fresh start on life. It would be a delight if we had that opportunity in this life that we know.