The Quiet Strength of Old Souls
- Sylvie
- Aug 26, 2021
- 2 min read
Updated: May 13

I love the silence of a forest —the hush that presses against the skin, the way even the trees seem to be listening.
I love the first light of morning, when the world is still soft with dreams, and the air feels sacred, untouched.
Solitude is like water to me. Without it, I wither. I need space to be alone — to reflect, to listen inward, to understand who I am and what stirs within me. In the stillness, I grow roots. In the quiet, I remember.
I’ve never been one to conform easily. Fitting in has never been a priority —not when there are deeper questions to ask, not when the crowd moves in ways that make no sense to the heart. I will always be someone who stands back, watches, wonders. I will always question the creeds and the crowds. I will always seek something real.
Wisdom feels like happiness to me —not the loud kind, but the steady, luminous kind that music, art, and nature offer in abundance. These are my companions, my teachers. They ask nothing of me but presence. They remind me what matters.
I have a few close friends — kindred spirits —the kind of friendships built not on chatter, but on deep understanding. Connections where you can sit in silence and still feel heard. Where words, when spoken, carry the weight of truth.
Sometimes I wonder —did studying music at a young age give me the spirit of an old soul? Or was it always there, waiting, and it was music that recognized me first? Maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe some of us are simply born with a different rhythm in our hearts —a longing for something quieter, deeper, more enduring.
In a world that moves fast and shouts loud, being an old soul is not always easy. But it is beautiful. It is a quiet rebellion against the hollow and the hurried. It is a way of living that values depth over noise, truth over trend, and the sacred over the superficial.
And for those of us who walk this gentler path, the forest, the early morning, the notes of a song —they are not just comforts. They are home.
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