Irony in my obsession

Is it really even irony at all? I've had these conscious thoughts and connections in my head. Perhaps Mandolin, the reason for being so goddam aware of your surroundings. Maybe there is more meaning behind the fact that I don't merely just "meet" people. 

My soul breathes a breath of life into yours. My energy awakens the stagnant wind in your sails. 

My presence shines light in the areas you've kept in darkness. Only to find the light brings forth warmth, and no judgement. Soon, these people come to realize they have something more here for them. 

With the new life they stand a little taller in, the warmth surrounding their aura, their life changes and they are able to be the same person I once was for them.

Maybe I won't be here for too much longer, is where my mind goes. They say I have an old soul- wisdom enriched. If so perhaps many souls dwell within mine and each one with a job to do. And when they are finished, maybe my time is up. 

And finally I can awaken into a life that doesn't have to always go so fucking wrong, just to be the example people watch for strength.