I'm a Cancer
June 21st, 1993. I was born on the day of the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year, and I've always thought that was very cool. However, I didn't even realize I was a Cancer at least until my teens, I'm sure. For the longest time I thought I was a Gemini; hey, the dates are pretty close. Whatever that meant for me as I occasionally checked my horoscope seemed quite alright; there were some things I liked, and some things I didn't like so much. See, that's the thing for me about horoscopes and other things of the sort that are meant to hold some intangible meaning (Numerology, Mayan Signs, Chinese Zodiac Signs, etc.): Even under the misinformed belief that I was a Gemini, I still found value and identified with much of what I would read about "my" star sign. No doubt, like many others, if I didn't like what my sign had in store, then I would sometimes see what the other signs had to say. I did generally relate to what I'd read, though, and sometimes I even felt really moved and motivated by it. But it seemed no different than a slip of paper in a fortune cookie with a nice thought and some lucky numbers. Either way, I never really put much stock into what was supposedly in store for me because it seemed preposterous that such general statements could possibly apprise me of what was to come during my days, weeks, months, or years.
The Man Who Dreamt of Abundance
"Charles . . ." An unknown voice whispers to him as the darkness of closed eyes gives way to openness and light. 'What is that voice,' he thought, 'I've never heard anything like that.' The tone was smooth, low, compassionate, wise, and unavoidably irresistible to heed. "Hello?" uttered Charles. "Who are you? What is this place?"
Encouraging the Elevation of Wellness
As we enter this new year following the woes of the year passed, I think it's important to consider what really promotes wellness for each of us individually. As I see it, each of us truly live in alternate realities. Now, one might argue against this and propose that we all live in the same reality, but I'm suggesting that our personal realities are based on more than our outer conditions. You and another person, for instance, may both be in a pitch black, soundless room, but does your reality, your total experience of that room, not differ from that of the other person based on your internal perception of what occurs in your mind and body in that moment? You might be comfortable; they may feel unnerved. Objectively, it's simple: you both are simply in a room without external stimuli, but, subjectively, the potential difference of internal circumstances strikes me as two unique individuals experiencing different realities at the same time. I often see others being primarily affected by the events going on around them, and, depending upon what those occurrences are, that experience of life can range anywhere from very favorable to very miserable. My point is that, upon reflecting this past year and even my whole life up to now, it's becoming increasingly prudent to pay just as much, if not more, attention to what is going on within myself if I'm to experience a more enjoyable reality, and the intent of what I'm writing here is to inform anyone reading of what my reality consists of on a daily basis in my endeavor to reach for a more enjoyable existence in this perpetual flow of countless experienced moments.
An amazing affliction To be drowned in addiction Held by predictions Can I make it out of this pit? How long could I go on without it?