The Soul's Curiosity

In the early journey of the soul,
Spirits long to test the waters,
To experience all they can.
They want to try this
And try that.
They are curious.
And they grow in light
Then fall behind, then grow,
Then fall behind.
And it’s similar for old souls,
They too want to know what’s out there
But with a different motive.
They no longer 
Believe that they can grow
By experience alone.
They forsake 
The thing they want to know
For the unseen guiding hand.
They say “not my will be done,”
They let go of all their dreams
In preference to the will
Of the One they cannot see,
And so grow brighter and brighter.
They become ONE THING.
And that thing gets added upon eternally.
And isn’t it the same with earthly experience?
As children, we want to be a fireman,
And a pilot, a cowboy or a movie queen,
A housewife, a doctor, and a veterinarian.
But in the end, we must eventually choose.
Or not. We can choose to remain children,
Moving from this thing to that
But never really growing 
Into the thing we’re meant to be.
And it’s all ok. Some grow up fast.
Some take a little longer. 
Some are old souls, giving again and again,
Becoming more and more themselves.
And others paint the planet 
With beautiful colors
As they try this thing and that.
It is the way of souls to be curious.
And it is the way of old souls 
To be even more curious
About the will of the unseen.