Old Soul

I have an old soul.

I know I say this a lot, but I believe it is true.

Today I was talking to the dentist’s assistant throughout the process of getting my teeth cleaned, and I felt so contrary to culture. She was older than me, and even had a son, but in that moment I felt so much older than her. She kept talking about how she couldn’t stand the cold, could not fall asleep without the sound of her TV, could not survive without electricity, and could not imagine life with out cable TV. These all seemed like sad realities to me.

I am captivated the changing of the seasons (warm to cold and back again), I prefer silence or natural sounds as I sleep, I enjoy power outages because they remind me of how people used to live, and I’d rather read a book than watch a TV show any day.

Now I understand that some of these things deal more with preference than with old age, but as I listened to her I could not help thinking that these things were trapping her. She told me she didn’t like to wear coats because they confined her, yet she was allowing luxury and technology to confine her all the same. It appears to me that much of our culture has allowed themselves to be enslaved by such things. We had forgotten the beauty of nature and a life that is not so caught up in technology.

So, as I talked to her I could not help, but think that I had an old soul because I wanted very little from the technology she spoke so highly of.

Do you have an old soul?


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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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