Horoscope
On Tuesday, I looked at Pisces:
If something no longer works for you the way it once did then get rid of it. Yes, you may have a sentimental attachment to it, but sentiment cannot be allowed to come between you and the kind of life you are striving to create for yourself.
Today, I looked at Aries:
If you want a better tomorrow you are going to have to sacrifice something today. You can be remarkably ruthless when the need arises, so cut out of your life anything that no longer serves a useful purpose. That includes friendships too.
I was born on the cusp. It means that both of the above horoscopes may pertain to me. Now, I really try to be objective (let’s all have a hearty laugh about that) and logical when I can, but I am usually taken aback by the accuracy of horoscopes on the rare occasions I look at them. It really isn’t in my nature, I think, to be either objective or logical; which speaks volumes over how those two methods have controverted my actual nature.
The world would be very easily navigated if everything were black or white, but very, very few things are either and nearly everything is gray. It’s not easy to excise something that may be so overwhelmingly positive in some very crucial ways yet disappointing in other, perhaps equally, important ways.
I am ceaselessly frustrated by the lesson, repeatedly imparted, that you can’t have it both ways — at least in this self-flagellating, Puritan society. You have to be all in or all out, whether in work or relationships, or even signing a lease. Yes, leases expire, but they are incredibly binding for the term of the contract. Yes, relationships expire, but they aren’t like milk that you just dump down the drain once the expiration date is reached … it isn’t a rare occurrence for a couple to persist long past the peak of a union because, I feel, there are ALWAYS mitigating circumstances. There is always some fundamental, essential element that makes an intimate relationship the diametric opposite of milk. And, yes, jobs can be left. Everything in life can be quit upon but quitting has a toll and, at nearly every chance I could to quit, there has been an argument to stay.
It would be rash, impulsive and illogical to make any life choices based upon the advice in a horoscope, which would certainly contradict my tenets of logic and objectivity. How unreasonable. Yet being reasonable, I think, is the crux of my misery. Everything is weighed and plotted to a T, nothing spontaneous, nothing impulsive. Orderly, predictable, undramatic and, frankly, boring.
But I’m not going to take a horoscope’s advice. I’d first have to tear down all the reason the prevails my decision-making process and that would probably take more than a magnitude 7 earthquake.
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