I Am An Old Soul

I am an old soul.I love genuine kindness.I love compassion.I love poetry.I love intimacy.I love soul connection.I love old books.

Sometimes this statement makes people angry. I totally get it too. I was there once, thinking that happiness wasn’t real. It was a fairytale and people who seemed happy must be faking it.

The term old soul has been thrown around the metaphysical and spiritual communities for decades, but what does it really mean? Is the phrase a way to serve our ego, separate ourselves from those who seem less evolved or to give ourself some kind of praise or need for superiority?