Allright I had some trouble with comprehending your post (no offense). But I'll reply on what I seem to get from it. "Fact is, we never are oursleves in the first place. We are only mortal bits of catharsis, star dust with no propulsion and only dreams. " My dreams, some would consider simple. But I've had to work damn hard to achieve them. We may have no propulsion but I like wandering, and searching. Setting goals and going for them. The idea of learning every life lesson over again, and worse yet not being me, is terrifying. "SO, instead of dreaming of what you have, dream of what you might have, and feel secure enough about yourslef and your vision that you can abdicate it, in death, and feel optimistic enough to assume that life will come again." I don't feel optimistic about life coming again, because it truely won't be 'my life'. It won't be 'me'.
If I missunderstood, I apologize.