We are born without choosing to be and are shaped by the forces of the environment. We are so dependent on the environment that almost nothing is ours. Each one of us is a subjective observer, created out of the whole, other people’s influence, and the laws of our universe.
Everything we are made of existed before, and we are molded into individuals by forces beyond our reach. The thing that seems to be truly ours, pure being or existence, is the core ingredient that we share with everything else that is conscious.
We are just a viewing angle, a viewing subset of the whole, a monad, observing a part of existence through the tools we were given by the whole. We are what our environment wants us to be. It seems that our only freedom is to step out, watch, and be grateful.
If the world falls apart right now, you are nothing. You are totally dependent on the world from a million angles; you are inseparable from it.
Our environment wanted us to be here. If we suppose that we are one with it, then indeed we are coming again and again. We shape it, and new versions of conscious beings experiencing selves of a nature identical to ours come back to witness existence and either be grateful or not.