Old Souls
Validation.
I think we each received the gift of that tonight. This one in the middle, each of us knowing.
We are old, tired, and yet blooming again. Our names are old and born again. From our pain, we have come into a new life. We breath that life into this decaying world.
We know the world is dying.
We see, from our lives and the lives of those we touch, that something is wrong. But we yearn to fix it.
We feel, deep in our shakingly old hearts, that there must be something beyond the surface.
We want to awaken it- that life that is still smouldering under the ashes. We are that life, and we have decided to burn on.
As our old selves have died, we know that we too shall die. But we do not mourn that death- the death of someone who has accomplished so much. We mourn the loss of life, of those who we can not save. For those blinded souls, we know we must live.
Even in a look, a glance, we know your pain. We distance ourselves from it, and yet are consumed by it.
Our hearts, which have already destroyed so many chains, burn a hole through this reality that you suffer in.
We will not say no. We will only continue to ask why. We feel despair at the prospect of no, yet ignite hope from the prospect of why.
If there is a reason, I want to know.
If there is a purpose, I want to fulfill it.
I do not "know" how, but I know that I can, and so I will.
Walking through the brightly colored aisles, the dreamily lit city, we continue to collide with one another. We feel pulled toward one another. We want to know one another.
How did we meet? A trifle. A moment that lacked hesitation. A moment of nonchalance. We laughed and smiled- but saw in each others' eyes the severity of our own souls. We knew that there was something there. We felt the echo of our harmonious vibration. It was destiny! Fate! But we mingled with it.
In that moment at the prospect of reunion, we knew it was going to happen.
I rushed toward it, I grasped for it. Don't let this slip from my hands!
And now that I feel like I touched it, I fear that it could slip away still.
...please don't go.
It's not that I feel a necessity- but that I feel an explosion. A voice inside me is screaming, "I needed to find you!" and a quiet whisper is forming the words, "please don't go". Those words are the fear of rejection- a feeling we know so well. A feeling of powerlessness to our own fates... but we all know. We know that this is something that must go on. We know that this is something we must fight to protect!
Will we reach it- that moment that all our souls are gasping for?
As I looked upon your faces, I knew that this was not the last time.
We are each so young, so innocent in our own rights, and we know that the other has a missing link to the truth that will age that child within us.
We need to age.
Because what is an age without that growth that has led up to it?
We are such old, tired souls... but we know that a new age is beginning. We know, and we will become it.
I think we each received the gift of that tonight. This one in the middle, each of us knowing.
We are old, tired, and yet blooming again. Our names are old and born again. From our pain, we have come into a new life. We breath that life into this decaying world.
We know the world is dying.
We see, from our lives and the lives of those we touch, that something is wrong. But we yearn to fix it.
We feel, deep in our shakingly old hearts, that there must be something beyond the surface.
We want to awaken it- that life that is still smouldering under the ashes. We are that life, and we have decided to burn on.
As our old selves have died, we know that we too shall die. But we do not mourn that death- the death of someone who has accomplished so much. We mourn the loss of life, of those who we can not save. For those blinded souls, we know we must live.
Even in a look, a glance, we know your pain. We distance ourselves from it, and yet are consumed by it.
Our hearts, which have already destroyed so many chains, burn a hole through this reality that you suffer in.
We will not say no. We will only continue to ask why. We feel despair at the prospect of no, yet ignite hope from the prospect of why.
If there is a reason, I want to know.
If there is a purpose, I want to fulfill it.
I do not "know" how, but I know that I can, and so I will.
Walking through the brightly colored aisles, the dreamily lit city, we continue to collide with one another. We feel pulled toward one another. We want to know one another.
How did we meet? A trifle. A moment that lacked hesitation. A moment of nonchalance. We laughed and smiled- but saw in each others' eyes the severity of our own souls. We knew that there was something there. We felt the echo of our harmonious vibration. It was destiny! Fate! But we mingled with it.
In that moment at the prospect of reunion, we knew it was going to happen.
I rushed toward it, I grasped for it. Don't let this slip from my hands!
And now that I feel like I touched it, I fear that it could slip away still.
...please don't go.
It's not that I feel a necessity- but that I feel an explosion. A voice inside me is screaming, "I needed to find you!" and a quiet whisper is forming the words, "please don't go". Those words are the fear of rejection- a feeling we know so well. A feeling of powerlessness to our own fates... but we all know. We know that this is something that must go on. We know that this is something we must fight to protect!
Will we reach it- that moment that all our souls are gasping for?
As I looked upon your faces, I knew that this was not the last time.
We are each so young, so innocent in our own rights, and we know that the other has a missing link to the truth that will age that child within us.
We need to age.
Because what is an age without that growth that has led up to it?
We are such old, tired souls... but we know that a new age is beginning. We know, and we will become it.
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