About

Welcome to my digital garden: a living notebook of ideas in progress.

Some notes are polished. Most are seedlings—half-formed thoughts, questions I'm still chewing on, and connections I'm still mapping. I keep them here because I don't believe a thought has to be finished to be worth keeping. Sometimes the point isn't the fruit. Sometimes it's just watching something grow.

Online, I go by Oldsoul. I'm not anonymous, exactly—I just don't make my identity the headline. This garden isn't improved or diminished by who's holding the watering can. What matters is what's here.

If something feels unclear, you're probably seeing it the way it actually happened: a thought written for my own brain, not for an audience. You might not have the backstory—and that's fine. If it sparks a new idea in you, it's done its job.

If you did come here to learn about the gardener, here's the short version:
I'm an old soul in a young-ish body. I'm comfortable in solitude, but I can look like a social butterfly. I work hard to understand people—even when I disagree. I don't always feel aligned with the crowd, and I've made peace with that. I prefer the small things, the low-maintenance life, and the kind of depth that doesn't need a spotlight. I don't care much about being admired by everyone—but I care a lot about being meaningful to the few who matter.

There is a beautiful thing inside you
that is thousands of years old.
…
Too old to be captured in poems.
Too old to be loved by everyone
but loved so very deeply
by a chosen few.
— Nikita Gill

I'm Oldsoul. Glad you're here.