I don’t believe in popular astrology.
Those beguiling horoscope predictions in the newspaper. It is hard to accept that one in twelve people will have a similar day to mine.
Though I admit that when I study the supposed character traits of men of my star sign, I cannot help but be just a little seduced.
Dominant that I am, it would seem that I could not have been born under any other. I am described almost perfectly. I briefly nod my head in surprise and say ‘I am he’.
But then I look beneath the obvious headlines – the ‘leader’, the ‘passionate’, the ‘determined’ – and I discover as many things that I am not as those that I am.
And then I find I am wonderfully comforted by my own singularity, the random creation of my self, the uncertain, unpredictable, uncharted nature of my fate.
Much more than that, I love knowing that you too are utterly unique.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art/photo stolen from Yoni Danziger