Born an old soul? I am beginning to see the wisdom of this cliche'. I am beginning to believe that I was never an innocent child. Hindsight, being all I have, memories of growing up are sparse and the circle of friends just as sparse. I didn't fit in then, I don't fit in now.
I am coming to terms with the unpopular mindset of my peers. At our age, we long for youth; search for it and if it comes in a jar with a money-back guarantee, well gotta have it.
If I started this journey with knowledge far beyond my earthly years, I wonder when I will
use it. I just started a quest to know more about the year 2020. Two years' future could be my undoing or unraveling or discovery of the why of me.
Dad called my perspective "common sense", Mom didn't comment, but my grandmother could
speak with me on an adult level from very early on.
Today is much the same. The not belonging is rather powerful. The sense that I am alone among
the masses is not scary. Solitude dwells in chaos and sometimes thrives there.
Understanding that I must elevate to a higher universal vibration, I wait. I wait and I live out
the days based on this life experience. I do what I have always done until...and I will know
because the agony in my gut will leave. The world will not define me and I will exist beyond
boundaries. Boundaries of prejudice, and physical form.
Already enlightened, tomorrow is full of possibilities.
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