I am an old soul. I feel deeper, be it love or pain I feel it completely. For many centuries have I traveled & many times have I had to create myself anew. There have been many mysteries in my path, some good and many unpleasant. The good ones had no lessons worthy for me unless it was of my good unto another. Unless I were moving a stone out of your path for your head to land gently unto the grass, the goodness never lasted. It is in the unpleasant that I got to grow, got to live and got to fight to be here again in this moment, my tomorrow is not guaranteed. For many are souls in search of healing. Souls seeking a sense of identity, a home to go back to and heal.
I am an old soul. I feel deeper, be it love or pain I feel it completely. Heavy is the price I’ve paid for wisdom – it is called experience. Through it alone I look into your eyes and cry for you tears you are yet to cry. Through it alone, my heart swells with sorrow at the pain you are yet to feel. I may want to take it for you but the lesson will never be learned and that you need for your growth or death, you hold the choice. There is goodness in pain. When it is given an opportunity to be all it knows to be, there is goodness in it – its goodness lies in its ending. And its ending is a mere choice…
I am an old soul. I feel deeper, be it love or pain I feel it completely. More so love, I’ve known and shared. I’ve received and given to those deserving and many needing. It is more pleasant to receive, anything really but more so love. It is however more fulfilling to give, to anyone really but more so the needing. For many a times they do not know their need for healing, they mistake it for love. Yes love heals but which ailments qualify for loves healing powers. Many a times my well dried out because of a misdiagnosis. Being love, I could only give what I had, what I knew, what I am. Some people I met along my path I misdiagnosed and administered to them a love they didn’t need… A healing they will need once they heal what the world has done to them. Once they remember who they truly are when they are not being everyone they are expected to be. Give solids to an infant and they choke on their food and it is the food that looses purpose, its purpose is no longer nourishment but pain and suffering.
I am an old soul. I look into empty spaces and see their fullness, I look into dead eyes and see hope. It is when our bodies can no longer carry us that we wish we had taken better care, when they’re happy with others that we wish we’d been their reason to smile. It is when their hearts are no longer loving us that we wish to turn back time and give love we withheld because we saw no value in them then. It is when they laugh in another’s arms that we wish we had been their reason to laugh… It is when we are left with nothing that we wish we had appreciated everything. Time is no man’s friend, appreciate it, use it wisely, give it to those who deserve it and spare some to find yourself and to fall in love with yourself all over again.