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To All The Old Souls Out There Who Feel They Can’t Fit In – You’re Unique


As I stand by my window watching the children playing football, I couldn’t help but wonder, do these kids nowadays care about quality things in life?

Do they know of Whitman, Thoreau, Frost, and Emerson? Or they consider the best poet to be Wiz Khalifa? Do they know quality music? Frank Sinatra, the Beatles, and Billie Holiday? Or the king for them will forever be Kanye?

A part of me wishes that I enjoyed all the things that other teenagers like doing nowadays. A part of me wants to enjoy the company of other people, be in loud crowded places, being chatty, loud, and obnoxious.

A part of me wishes I could get drunk without feeling bad about myself the next day. A part of me wants to smoke all my troubles away and don’t give a shit about anything.

But, that’s not me. I could never do that.

Even when I was a teenager, I didn’t mind being alone. In fact, I enjoyed it. I loved spending time with my family instead. I still do. Doing little everyday things makes me happy. Going to the grocery store, reading books, making lunch, watching a movie, you name it. I love every part of it.

And the thing about having an old soul is knowing what makes me happy. Knowing what makes me comfortable. Knowing that a night in with a good book suits me better than a night out partying.

My soul doesn’t like loud crowds. My soul likes a calm and a soothing place, a place like my home or a small cottage in the woods.

Old souls like me like to think. They like to ponder and solve the mysteries of the world. They like to live in the present moment and absorb every bit of it.

And living in the moment requires very much of our energy. We can’t be at peace being around many people. It’s not that we don’t like people or socializing, but those situations drain us. All we want is to be around people and places that feel like home.

Sometimes we procrastinate household chores and work. However, when it comes to activities we really love, like reading, writing or painting, we are the greatest hard workers ever. We may be the worst painters and the slowest readers, but guess what? WE. DON’T. CARE.

We are just living our lives doing the things we love. We know that in the end, we only have ourselves.

Mary Wright