I read my daily horoscope . . . well, daily. It’s similar to how some people have to wear the right socks for every game day but in my case every day is game day. Recently, more people I know than usual have raised an eyebrow at this practice and it suddenly hit me why reading a horoscope is so important, not just for me, but for everyone.
Whether or not you believe in astrology doesn’t matter. What matters is that we let ourselves see magic in our lives. You’re probably rolling your eyes at me so let me explain.
Think about how insane it is that you even exist. There were almost infinite odds against you, specifically, coming into being–literally. I mean, that sperm could have gone to that specific egg and made someone else but it didn’t–it made you! Your existence defied probability and the odds! It’s a kind of magic. Existence on its own is magic so who’s to say there can’t be magic in other aspects of life?
Ok that was a little crazy but stay with me.
Life can be really lame sometimes. It can be painfully boring and an unpleasant thing to suffer through at times, so why not stop and notice when something is special? I know it really boosts up my day. It’s easy to be cynical. It’s easy to be sad and feel bad for yourself. It’s not as easy to choose to see the miracles of life and to recognize the magic in living. When something happens that seems sort of serendipitous, believe it is! Why not? What do you have to lose? If anything, by simply seeing something as special and magical you’re boosting up your day. You’re adding some flavor and spice to the humdrum.
That is why I read my horoscope every day. I like to believe in magic. I like to believe that maybe someday I’ll meet the love of my life and time will stop and all my past heartbreaks will dissolve. I like to believe that the dollar I found on the sidewalk was placed there just so I could treat myself to a candy bar. I like to believe that fairies came at night and made that ring of mushrooms in the front yard and that someone is thinking of me when a falling leaf hits my cheek. It makes me happy to see these things as magical rather than coincidental.
Yeah, sure, science and probability can explain those things but why not choose to see them in a fun and magical way? Even Albert Einstein said,
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
Kids believe faithfully in the tooth fairy and Santa and I don’t know about you, but most kids I know go ape shit when it’s time for those magical things to happen–they are so happy about them. Kids believe in magic. We were all kids once but I’m thinking we stop forgetting about believing in magic, just for the fun of it.
So what do you believe? Do you believe in magic? What is your favorite magical thing?