Prologue
Time ebbs and flows all around us, moving with us making us feel it as it passes. Lives are lived, with happiness, tears, and if we are lucky triumph, but have you ever felt out of place? As if the life you are leading were not the one you were meant to live. As if there were some great cosmic mix up and you were really supposed to be born in a different time and a different place? There are a few of us out there, a few which live life because we have to live it, but really find ourselves at home trying to relive an age that has passed. They call us old souls, for most of have eyes that see more than others, that know early on more than others. Maybe we are people who have lived many lives and the one we long for is the one we loved most of all. Maybe we left someone we loved behind there, someone we have yet to find again. Some of us relive time through acting, writing, or reading, but what if you could really do it? What if someone took time in their hand's and blessed those few with a chance to live when they were meant to live, in a time they were meant to know, that in their hearts they really know. Having been raised in another time could they really learn to adapt to the unfamiliar mannerisms and slang of another time? Could they manage to become part of society without everyone thinking they were mad? What if they fell in love? What if they found that person that we are all looking for that one person who seems to know our very soul? How would they live, how would they love, how would they interact with others? That was my question, one that was answered for me. I have left this story for others to read, for them to know that I did it I went to another time. Some of it is humorous as learning to live in the turn of the century was not as easy as they make it appear in stories and movies. I knew a woman's place, but learning to actually adapt to it was another matter. I knew some of what the wardrobe was like, but I had never really worn it for any long length of time. I knew that the slang was different, the food was different, and people's general out look was different. I went to another place, and I loved more than sometimes I think is possible. I lived more that I ever could have in my own time. I stepped through the hourglass and felt it's sand shower over me like a waterfall. I came out on the other side, in a place I never knew I wanted to be, in a time I didn't know I needed to be in, to a love I didn't know I longed for. I will never forget.
Okay what does everyone think? Is it a little different? Should I keep going? Should I stop now? Let me know
Time ebbs and flows all around us, moving with us making us feel it as it passes. Lives are lived, with happiness, tears, and if we are lucky triumph, but have you ever felt out of place? As if the life you are leading were not the one you were meant to live. As if there were some great cosmic mix up and you were really supposed to be born in a different time and a different place? There are a few of us out there, a few which live life because we have to live it, but really find ourselves at home trying to relive an age that has passed. They call us old souls, for most of have eyes that see more than others, that know early on more than others. Maybe we are people who have lived many lives and the one we long for is the one we loved most of all. Maybe we left someone we loved behind there, someone we have yet to find again. Some of us relive time through acting, writing, or reading, but what if you could really do it? What if someone took time in their hand's and blessed those few with a chance to live when they were meant to live, in a time they were meant to know, that in their hearts they really know. Having been raised in another time could they really learn to adapt to the unfamiliar mannerisms and slang of another time? Could they manage to become part of society without everyone thinking they were mad? What if they fell in love? What if they found that person that we are all looking for that one person who seems to know our very soul? How would they live, how would they love, how would they interact with others? That was my question, one that was answered for me. I have left this story for others to read, for them to know that I did it I went to another time. Some of it is humorous as learning to live in the turn of the century was not as easy as they make it appear in stories and movies. I knew a woman's place, but learning to actually adapt to it was another matter. I knew some of what the wardrobe was like, but I had never really worn it for any long length of time. I knew that the slang was different, the food was different, and people's general out look was different. I went to another place, and I loved more than sometimes I think is possible. I lived more that I ever could have in my own time. I stepped through the hourglass and felt it's sand shower over me like a waterfall. I came out on the other side, in a place I never knew I wanted to be, in a time I didn't know I needed to be in, to a love I didn't know I longed for. I will never forget.
Okay what does everyone think? Is it a little different? Should I keep going? Should I stop now? Let me know