The Old Soul
A/N. In La Bastille[1], BigDaddyBamBam[2] gives us words of wisdom, in the introduction of each chapters. Grandma Cerulea is one of his spokesperson. But there are others, as insightful and truthful. It got me thinking a lot... It feels like I know this Old Soul, an errant soul, going through lives in search of its other half…
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What makes a soul wise? Is it perhaps eons of roaming the Earth, living many lives through the reincarnation wheel?
He is an Old Soul, a wise soul. He knows and accepts. Knowing and accepting oneself, one's weaknesses and strengths. Then knowing and accepting weakness and strength streaks in others. This can be a lifetime journey, most never succeed in finding these truths. But he, he is an old soul. He knows. He accepts. It does not make it easier to live his life. But then, he has hope.
This soul knows it. You can read it in his eyes. He has known many great joy and many great sorrow. He knows how to bring the best of any situation. He felt happiness and pain, pain and happiness. He learned. He learned hope is what bring joy when one feels sadness. He learned not to regret. Knowing and accepting, not regretting... hoping... It doesn't make life easier to live, pain less painful, nor transform sadness in joy.
The wise soul continues his journey through this life, loving. Loving is not easy. Like living. But loving is what makes living purposeful. He gives, he loves, seeking for the one who will gives as much as he receives. He found love multiple time, different but always warming the heart. It brought him joy. He fought for it, sometime feeling it was not enough, sometimes feeling he was the only giving. He received also, nurtured and protected love that was given to him. He will keep these loves with him, along his journey, along his roaming the Earth, within the next turn of the Wheel.
And when the love is too big to confine, he shares his happiness with the sky. And when the love is painful, he confides to the stars. Then, he can rest. Rest and recharge. Recharge hope and the belief in better days.
The Old Soul is like the night sky, his heart as infinite, as bright as thousands asters. Omnipresent, he is a force of Nature. Even when blocked by clouds, you know the sky is there to guide your soul. The Old Soul is like the starry sky, reassuring. But not unreachable. One just need to spread his arms and reach to the stars. One can stretch his arms and embrace the nightly sky. Then the Old Soul would be whole again.
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[1]La Bastille can be found on Wattpad here: http://www.wattpad.com/story/8482839-la-bastille-manxboy
[2]BigDaddyBamBam can be found on Wattpad there : http://www.wattpad.com/user/BigDaddyBamBam
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