I'd like to address a few things this time. Firstly, humanity, and the beauty of it, secondly, what age really is and its relation to time.
I want to talk about two seemingly very different things, linked in the most bizarre way: strangers and the true age of a person.
Let's start off with my day. A life lesson I learned. Life Lesson #660548: In strangers I trust.
Regardless of what kind of past you've had, there are always people out there to hear your story. There is still good in this world. To help someone out with their groceries, to put full faith in a complete stranger met minutes ago and pour your heart out, to have a meaningful conversation and establish immediate trust, to communicate the unspeakable.... are all rare things. These are things that I don't really see much these days. Let go of those who hurt you, pray for them, and surround yourself with those who truly care and help you grow. They are out there, even if you haven't met them yet. I've been blessed with an amazing family and with true and trusting friends, and I can't be more thankful.
The thing that strikes me a little strange are... well, strangers. The fact that two strangers that I've met in this month alone, both from very different backgrounds than mine and one being much older and one near my age, it simply speaks volumes that years don't matter. The soul has a preset age. But it grows when you feed it. And it grows exponentially.
I believe in something quite simple: you grow at a steady pace physically, but your soul grows in a series of sharp steps. They usually occur in either complete isolation (when you are away from distractions, and have time to allow yourself to truly reflect) or during one-on-one interactions with somebody. During the latter, the soul trusts, the walls break down, and the exchange of information that occurs is far more than verbal or visible. It is the indescribable. The un-feelable. It is what makes you wiser (not smarter). It is what enhances your soul. Some of you may not believe in souls, then re-phrase it with mind or consciousness, but I believe that there is a soul, an entity far above simple consciousness, and yes, it can grow. But you must feed it. And depending on the type of food you give it, you can enhance it, or deteriorate it. And no matter what, you're constantly feeding it. (Careful of your diet, children).
See, the true age of a person has nothing to do with the number of times the Earth has gone around the Sun since the day they were born, it has more to do with their life experiences and the amount of thinking and self-reflection they put into their daily routine, it has more to do with their drive, their motivation, their desires to become better or make the world better, it has much more to do with something that comes from within. It all has to come into terms with: the Soul. Some people have inherently old souls. You may have heard that before, but have you ever thought about where it comes from, what it means, and how to achieve one?
People with old souls could have gotten it/developed it through multiple ways: intelligence, hardship, loneliness, who knows. But one thing is for certain, when you have an old soul and meet someone alike, you know it within your heart in minutes (and no, I don't mean in your aorta, I mean deep within your conscious sub-conscious [not a typo, the part of the sub-conscious you suddenly become aware of]). Your soul knows. So trust it. And let yourself grow. Talk to more people, don't be afraid of approaching strangers, you never know what kind of person you just might become friends with.
This has happened with me at least three times. And to me, third time really is the charm (but that's for a different blog post). There are so many strange things in life, and this is only one of them...
I met a young guy once back in 2010. He is now one of my best friends. I met an old lady once, I had one of the most meaningful conversations with her I ever have had with anyone. And today, I met another person. All three have very old souls. So needless to say, I made a new friend (those of you that have known me for years may be shocked that the weird kid in the corner of the class who couldn't make one real friend throughout the whole year now makes friends with some amazing people in a manner of minutes. Things change). People are out there, not necessarily waiting for you to come say hi, but necessarily being of the same age, soul wise, with wise souls. All ready to help you change, and change for the better.
As I'm writing this, I'm still astounded, searching for the right words to describe the thoughts and the feelings. But you can't describe it... maybe I can sum it up like this:
There are certain people that come into your life, very different than those that simply wander through your existence and only but share the same time at the same place with you for a while. Such people make impacts in your life. And they need not necessarily be family, they need not necessarily be close friends. They may come into your life and stay with you up until your death-bed, they may simply be in it for a five minute conversation, never to be seen again. But regardless, the times that they spent with you have changed you in a way that has grown your soul.
If you remember, I wrote a whole post about how the smallest things make dents into your "destiny" and shape you into who you are, but this is different. These meetings, conversation, gatherings, they are far more than dents that simply impact you. They not only change your mindset, they help you grow from within, and at an exponential and exceptional rate, albeit only for a short time.
This leads me to a different thought. Humanity has become sparse with humanitarianism, but the act is still alive amongst us. But it's struggling to live on. I don't know everything about the soul and its age, and I definitely don't know the full intentions of every person that I have a long conversation with, let alone those that I bump into. But something from deep down inside lets me know that it's okay to trust some people, and that feeling has never failed me. (One more reason for me to believe in the Almighty).
So how do we fix this sparse humanitarianism? We as a species must let go of our egos, approach each other, hear each other out, help each other out, and become more aware of each other. Only then will we become more aware of ourselves. And only then, can we strive to build a better future. For it all starts with bettering ourselves.
My soul once again grew today. To the person that helped make that happen, if you're reading this (who know who you are) thank you. It means a lot. I hope we meet again.
That's my two cents about what the true age of a person is, my idea of a soul growing. Let me know your thoughts below. Thanks for reading this humble blog after two years.
It's been a long time coming. More to come soon.
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