The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

A friend told me this the other day:

“I feel it may be our lot in life to now and forever remain old souls. I dislike that term even though it is popular vernacular. Better to say that I believe, upbringing aside, that regardless of the situations, we would choose the path of no drama and to the holding of honor and character close.”

Tough, that lot in life, to walk the middle road, precariously maintaining balance; not unlike a fiddler on the roof. Traditionally, the fiddler is a metaphor for survival through tradition and joyfulness in a life of uncertainty and imbalance. A fiddler on a roof has to maintain even more balance to survive.

I think our old souls create empathy in us; something not everyone possesses; something the eyes most certainly tell.

An old-soul fiddler on the roof playing a comforting tune. I suppose there are worse things to be.

[This picture is from Suren Manvelyan. Yes, it’s a real eye. Go see more on his website here]