“What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.”
Gabriel García Márquez
I never bothered with astrology. I really didn’t care. Until fairly recently, and now it’s something that gives me some peace. I don’t understand how it works, and I’m not sure my intellectual curiosity for matters of the stars runs so deep. But I believe in it, because of how it’s persisted through time, and maybe more. I like astrology. Something about it offers possibilities for every day and season, it gives me hope. I like imagining my life from some distant perspective. I never wanted to go to outer space as a kid, when you learn about astronauts, because I would get so motion sick in the car, and apparently hurtling yourself through the atmosphere can make you pretty nauseous too.
I don’t know, there’s a whole category of stuff, like what people do in astronaut school, that seems like a big part of life when you’re a kid but then you realize just doesn’t come up that often in life.
But I understand through astrology maybe, the desire of astronauts to see the world as a little blueberry, if only for a moment. To remind yourself your soul can be separated from all the stuff, can you imagine how it feels know your house, your car, your partner, your clothes are all somewhere on that little blueberry? And that you can be separated from it all so thoroughly, you might just end up as stardust?
I like that astrology asks you to take that kind of heavenly view. I don’t know if it’s working out for me, on the one hand I have so much belief, that even if things are not so unequivocally bitching as I imagined them to be in each season, I tell myself the seeds are there. Or maybe my life is so abundant and I focus on the wrong things.
My mind plays tricks on me. Things that make me happy and are good omens can in two or three turns make me frightened. To Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s point, perhaps the substance is secondary, but the quality of feeling that you bring to all the stuff.