There are so many names for it: introvert, empath, old soul, down-to-earth, etc. All of these words have slight variations of meaning. They all have a large common notion: deep-thinking, moral-focused, and different.
It’s easy to feel lost in this world where so many people are focused on the surface meaning of this globe. You feel as if there is no one like you. Like you are alone. I’m not so sure we aren’t.
I go to work. It nearly kills my soul. So many fake smiles, cavity inducing sweetness, and fake understandings for the rudeness from customers. I feel like I’m wearing a mask that covers who I really am. There are so few people who I can be myself in front of. It’s like water covering your face, knowing you are drowning, but knowing that you can’t swim. You have to pay for your college tuition, your car, or your mortgage. So you suffer through this life that doesn’t seem to help you grow spiritually.
None of this makes you feel at peace. None of this helps you evolve as a person and you know it. You are happiest listening to all that music no one else knows about, stepping into that record store downtown, meditating, writing, reading, and communing with nature. God made you this way, but you don’t know why. You spend hours trying to decipher the meaning of life.
You feel what everyone around you is feeling to the point it is almost suffocating. You can read any situation as if it was a book that you had read till the binding fell apart. You feel lonely when there is no one around you. So you congregate with those few people who understand you. Yet, other times you need nothing but your own space. So you can breathe and think.
Life is simultaneously beautiful and tragic. Just the way you understand it.