This Old Romantic Soul
This isn’t a blog about music, sometimes you just have things on your mind. Lately I’ve been sort of dwelling in my own little world. Not that I’m running away from anything in my life. In fact, things couldn’t be more ideal for the moment. I just desire to get lost in other times and places. I’m like a child, full of wonder, a dreamer, an old romantic soul. It’s who I’ve always been, but at times these feelings become more intense than others.
Thankfully my husband humors my many whims. He seems to love my passion for life and the way I want to see and experience it all! There just never seems to be enough hours in a day. Even if there were, some things you can never experience. I am fascinated by this world of ours, but it is constantly changing at every turn. Oh if I could only live a thousand lives!
As I look around, other people appear almost asleep to me. So focused on the drudge of every day life. They miss all the beauty and excitement, even in their own back yard. I somehow feel different from everyone else. I’m not convinced there are many people who relate to the way I think or share the same longings. I feel alone, yet special in some strange way. Perhaps it’s my own vanity. Don’t we all think of ourselves as being especially unique?
If there are other hearts like mine out there I hope to know it. Most of the time I just feel like I’m talking to myself. Living inside my own mind and searching for the next great adventure. I’m learning to accept that there may not be. Still, I am grateful for the ones who keep my feet on the ground, because otherwise I might float away. I suppose it takes all kinds of people to keep a balance here on this earth. I think if everyone were as impetuous as I am, the world would certainly fall into chaos!
