The moment you realize you are not like the rest, your whole life will change, for better or for worst.
it’s up to you of course.
Solitude becomes your headquarters, a place to escape from draining routines.
To quiet the mind, to reconnect with yourself, to be in tune; shutting up the speakers in your head with bass resonating on your head or do you find an old book to read to explore a new frontier?
You become the abnormal among the accepted normal, our mind searching for meaningful balance, perceived as informal.
You are not understood because you are too deeply intuitive; increasing your emotional sensitivity.
Your thirst for knowledge and truth gives you credit in your insightful ability.
“I am not like other people” but we are no different. we all have ‘sinful’ desires.
They stepped away from social upbringing.
There is no joy in uplifting material trends, it’s a mean, not an end.
Things that are short lived were here for a lesson or to give a lesson.
The fulfillment comes from the growth gained.
But with the love of solitude, they wish to share their acquired knowledge.
They yearn to pass on wisdom not taught in college.
Hidden among the elders, more at peace, more in tune, a belonging.
Living among books, stories of the past, the reality of the present, evidence of the future.
These Old Souls, so much to tell but so little time to dwell.
Written: June 17, 2018
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