Time, time and time. It’s all we have really. Then it rages, slipping away just when we starve for it the most. Almost like an hourglass, when we crawl and beg for just “one moment longer”. Some see the hourglass as never-ending, living every day as passionately and whole-heartedly as if they had their whole life ahead of them, even if they have no clue if the next day will be their last, completely throwing the possibility of life fading away out of their system. And then some, live as if the hourglass has reached its final grain of sand, and all they have is the mere ten-thousandth of the second before it falls. So they better make that a hell of a ten thousandth of a second.
Thing is, we don’t realize that while the time in the hourglass flows, we similarly flow with it. Time passes and we can’t escape it because it’s beyond our control. If we’re lucky enough, we’ll survive the flow of time a bit longer to see our selves age and grow old, witnessing this so common, yet out-of-this-world, change that our bodies go through.
Aging is simply a collision of light that happens before our eyes.
But even if we do age, how do we know that we’ve achieved any sort of growth?
It is constantly argued that we should act our age. But what the hell defines how we’re supposed to act for the less than a minute of existence that we get in this universe? Of course, it’d be unimaginable, and completely irrational, for a five-year-old to act the same way a sixty five-year-old would behave. Right? But I do have to admit, the similarities are even more striking than the differences.
Life does make a circle, after all. We spend our lives doing what is considered “well-suited” for the age we’re in. To fulfil the never-ending circle of never being satisfied with what you have in the moment. Go to school, so you can be able to find a prosperous career, then make a name of yourself in it, gather enough money so you can retire and finally lay back and enjoy life; only for the void that has been your life to hit you. To make a mess of ourselves, only to get what we wish to be home and get clean. Only to get to the point when we seize the day that we’ll all become still. Oh dear, the everlasting pressure.
Maybe it’s dumb, but I always felt like a strange soul — I never acted my age, because I never knew how I could achieve such thing. My whole life has been a constant war in my head, and nothing has ever been enough. I’ve always viewed life as a train wreck waiting to happen. I know that one day my blood won’t flow gladly in my veins, but hell, I felt so young last night on my rooftop. Like a child, almost. But then, I felt so grown up tonight when he held my hand and walked me through my pain. I’ve become sick and tired of the double-edged people, but somehow I still can’t get enough of humanity on it’s whole. I want to get to know every bit of it.
Living in my own world, where age does not exist. Only time.
And when people talk, commenting on how ridiculous this point of view is, all I can do is turn the radio on to my favourite song and dance my heart out, blasting to the tune like a three-year-old trapped in a young woman’s body with maybe too many experiences for her age. But who can blame this alternative thinking about the passage of time. We might be dead by tomorrow, and I would hate myself if I even slightly knew that I didn’t make the most of my time here; whether that would be one day, or a whole century.
Maybe I am mistaken, after all. But at least I’m alive.
But thing is, your soul’s age does not correlate to the time that you have spent existing, but much rather the growth of your inner being through experiences, lessons, and achievements. It is the growth, evolution, and transmutation of your soul, and where it is on its journey that makes up, as I like to call it, your soul age. These traits, experiences and lessons will forever become marked on your soul, and how you interact with the world around you. It does not make anyone better to be older, or younger in soul age, it just tells where you are specifically on your path right now. Maybe this will help you out in finding out what you need to learn about yourself, or experience next. Each soul age has its own lessons, heartbreaks and experiences. And each and every one of them goes along with its own perspectives, which will allow us to view the world both from the spot we’re standing in at this very moment, but a brand new angle as well. There are infant souls, baby souls, young souls, mature souls, old souls, and elder souls. It’s like stages, don’t you see? Soul ages are very different, of course — very unique from one another. But the traits we possess not only help us figure out this world, but become aware of what stage we are a part of.
This information will also help us connect with other souls, and know where they’re headed on their own paths. Only by knowing this information will we ever evolve as entities.
But a the end of the the day, I think that what we’re all looking for, no matter the stage our hearts belong to, is to give a profound meaning to our existence.
We’re all simultaneously focused on living our lives as if there’s no tomorrow, but still intent somehow on having roots and staying intact. To have social, mental, and spiritual gain. And as much as we hate to admit it, caring about the world around us, even though we try to be different from it. Even the soul ages run a circle, and we’re all inescapably trapped in finding ourselves going through each and every stage, in the turn that we define.
In the end, we will all find gaps that we will seek to fill when it comes to age and growth. And even if we’re trapped in the never ending circle of life, all we can think to have the slightest form of comfort is that age is truly just a number.
Because our souls are eternal.
Author: Ioanna Vargianiti
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