So Venus is in my seventh house and I think I’ll have a fit of self-indulgent mushiness because my romance factor is up and I should make the most of it. Yes, I read horoscopes now. Really interesting. But I digress.
You know, sometimes, I want to feel that something. It must feel nice because so many people crash and burn while pursuing it and end up still wanting it. What drives it though? What makes people seek it? Is it just the feeling? Is it the adrenaline rush? Or maybe, maybe it’s just something that makes you feel alive, happy, tingly all over. It makes you feel like you’re more than just existing but that you actually live.
Am I making sense? Who knows. It’s Venus and the New Moon, really. I think I’m going to have more respect for the universe after this. Because I feel romantically pensive. Just as was predicted by the stars and planets.
But I’m not going crazy. I just think that since I’m sick of living the way I’ve been living, I ought to try a new philosophy. And this one will revolve around the universe. Like I shall release all the blame from myself and attribute it to the fact that it’s not meant for me. And that it’s not my fault but that it’s the will of the universe.
Maybe this is denial but it makes me happier to think that there’s a greater will out there, that I’m not just alone, vulnerable to the random forces of nature. Or in other words, I suppose you can call it God. (Thank you, Philosophy and Theology classes)
So I guess what I’m saying is, maybe, just maybe, there’s a reason for all this. And maybe, if I accept that, then I don’t have to dwell on the things that have depressed me and gotten me down.
And maybe, I’ll be more willing then to dive, headfirst, fearless, when the time comes. Because I know that there’s a plan for me. And I’ll know that no matter what, I’ll be okay.
