It’s how we define each other, but it doesn’t tell much about us—just the number of years we’ve been on this earth. It doesn’t tell how wise we are or experienced or smart or lovable or kind. It’s a number we attach to people to group them up and define them, yet it really means little at all. Maybe that’s why we say some people are immature, while we call others “old souls.” I like that. I like to think my soul is a different age than my body, whether younger or older (because there’s beauty in both). Maybe that’s how we connect with someone much older or younger than us, because our two souls are close in age. So be careful to judge someone by how long they’ve been alive. Because being alive isn’t the number of years spent on Earth. Maybe it’s the time spent “feeling the rapture of being alive,” as Joseph Campbell says. Maybe it’s how much courage and belief you have, how much you are true and brave and steadfast. And that part of you can’t be measured in years.
“People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.”
-Joseph Campbell, Power of Myth
“Drive away and try to keep smiling. Get a little rock and roll on the radio and go toward all the life there is with all the courage you can find and all the belief you can muster. Be true, be brave, stand.
All the rest is darkness.”
-Stephen King, It