The Horoscope Con

There was a time in my life when I relied on a complete stranger (credentials of whom I never sought) to deliver tomorrow’s fate in a little less than 50 words, because you can never be too vague when manufacturing prophecies. It’s an art form really – one I accidentally bought into for a good couple of years.

I would steal a glance at the monthly horoscopes buried beneath the pages of headline-heavy trash mags in between supermarket shops – hard to fault sources as credible as those, right? On top of my trash mag binging sessions, I would ensure there was ample time to swipe an Mx (a daily newspaper) which is perfectly normal for a Melbourne commuter, except for the fact that I would shamelessly bypass anything remotely legitimate to obtain my daily fix.

It’s bizarre how deep the attraction lies for many and how we buy into these generic, pre-packaged description of our lives. It’s not that I ever took it as gospel, but you can’t deny the tinge of excitement that flows through you when you stumble upon a “forecast” that is consistent with what you want. Remember the love astrology sections? I’m cringing pretty damn hard right now. Even though it was just a guilty pleasure, I was breathing legitimacy into the astrological world, purely by focusing my energy on it. Hell, I probably (definitely) manifested a few predictions since the words digested would be ticking over in my subconscious, assuming very precious mind-space that probably should have been used to store something a little more constructive.

Anyway, now that I’ve got my “adult spectacles” on, I can see what a colossal pile of BS I was digesting on a daily basis. On that note, we need to stop clutching onto these foolish, manmade prophecies – it promotes the idea that our fate is written in the stars and we possess minimal control over our lives. You and I both know that one tops the BS tree. Instead of relying on a human you’ve never met to reveal your fortune (or doom), become a DIY master in the curation of your own future. Manifest your tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. Then, work to make it happen. Now there’s a concept!

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