I reach for my phone, to check my horoscope. I do it almost every morning, it’s a kind of ritual. I think checking it makes me believe the planets will do some magic and my world will be different today or everyday for that matter. Perhaps people around the world born under the same planet in the same era do hold some small connection to the stars. The truth is, the planets do shift and I do believe it affects us. Ironically most days they are right, about my intentions, my feelings and mood. I’m a thinker so reading it relates with my thoughts and it makes me feel like I’m being heard.
If the stars align they create a favorable outcome and it elevates my mood. Funny isn’t it? They’re just words yet the magnitude of the effect they have on me is somewhat astonishing. Deep down, I believe we all live with some kind of insecurities, some imbalance and baggage. I think everyone also yearns for inspiration, encouragement, positivity and to be accepted.
Someone asked me if I really believed in horoscopes. I thought a lot this morning, why reading the horoscope meant anything to me at all. I came to the conclusion that I need to read these words of wisdom, positivity and prosperity, because I feel the need to want to rise above and ascend and have some hope and confidence. And if, for this transformation I need to read some scripts then my horoscope is investing in my happiness.
Everyone needs to know that they are being heard, being alone means I don’t have that person beside me to guide me, to believe in me and to tell me it’s going to be ok. I’m missing an individual beside me that shares my emotions and lifts me up. So each morning when I reach out for my horoscope, I’m reaching for some positive words of comfort and encouragement to start my day and It’s as if I’m reaching for that missing person.