I met an old soul yesterday
My sister’s new friend, a downstairs neighbor close to half her age, is such an old soul.
I’ve always fancied myself as a bit of an old soul, too, and hence never gave much thought to others with this characteristic. Now that I’ve crossed the border into chronological middle age, however, I suppose I’m more likely to appreciate the phenomenon.
Do you know this term: old soul? An old soul is someone who can relate intimately to people regardless of their generation. They are at once mature, and yet at the same time perpetually young. They often like the company of people far older and can sometimes feel awkward with their peers, whom they see as more closely constricted by their date of birth, where they went to high school, their alma mater and the choices of profession, spouse and geographical location they’ve exercised.
Old souls, however, seem capable of floating between generations and are less circumscribed by geography and temporal circumstances.
Last night, I was blown away by 33-year old Sara, someone 20 years younger, with whom I felt no generational gap.
It’s reassuring to be around an old soul, yet to be even discussing the term, when no even talks about the phenomenon, feels odd. Last night I realized what a gift an old soul is to those of us whose chronological age is stacking up. I think being around someone who’s sense of humor transcends the generations, for example, is somewhat of a spiritual experience. Meeting people you immediately like is always a gift, but doubly so when you know they’ll outlive you by decades.
Come to think of it: I met Sara on the 110th anniversary of the birth of Else Stanton, one of my dearest friends who was twice my age.
Do you have any old souls in your life? How did you meet them?