The third chapter of Astro-Barry
Continued from here:
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): A December story, in three chapters. [Chapter One.] [Chapter Two.] Chapter Three, in which we back away from the doomsdayish conclusion hinted at in the previous installment. So I must admit, I'm kind of hoping I scared you a bit with the last horoscope… not because I'm a sadistic mindfucker, but because I wanted to motivate you to make this moment matter in the grand scheme of your entire life's trajectory. At this pivotal turning point, I ached to hear you declare: 'I'm choosing the wild unruly adventure over the security of always knowing how tomorrow will turn out—because, frankly, it's way more exciting!' I aimed to stir you up, so you'd stop dragging your feet… and start embodying the qualities of your monumental dream (whatever it may be) about what your life might mean, if you put your heart and soul into it. Did I succeed? Yes, you Tauruses tend to move slower than many. But there isn't ample time in a single lifetime to test out every step for a few years each, just to make sure it'll bear your weight before hopping to the next. Sometimes, you've got to leap on faith, knowing that, should the stepping stone begin to sink or the ice to crack, you're resourceful enough to hop back to the last, should you need to save yourself. Trust that knack for 'always being okay', as it serves you well. Let it be your safety valve. You are so close to making a big commitment toward some moral imperative, which compels you to do it or quit whining about it in no uncertain terms. Double-check the other alternatives one last time, just to be sure. Address the pesky little questions (though, ultimately, many of these are red herrings, attempting to lure you away from the big-picture goalposts, most likely out of fear), then move past 'em. Don't hurry the decision, due to some pushy individual's undue influence in one direction or another. Dare you get caught on one forceful opinion or pesky detail, you'll overlook the main point: your long-term happiness, not merely what's easiest now. That's a point worth betting everything on.
SCORPIO (October 23-November 21): A December story, in three chapters. [Chapter One.] [Chapter Two.] Chapter Three, an outright endorsement of social frivolity (but is it so really frivolous?). Listen, Scorpio… if anything I told you over the last two weeks came across as overly critical, let me apologize. It's just: Everything doesn't have to be so friggin' serious all the time. That's what I'm trying to get at, see. I know you prefer your exchanges and encounters to be meaningful ('or why bother?' you might retort)… but, trust me, you simply cannot know in advance what 'meaning' you might draw from this or that casual chit-chat or flimsy-seeming fraternization. Such a viewpoint is akin to wearing blinders all day long, through every perfunctory interaction or supposedly insignificant conversation, until you spot somebody wearing the 'Hello, My Name is Important' and pledge them your unwavering attention. Do you honestly believe you can always identify the people worth getting to know (even if for just a few minutes longer than you'd usually spend with 'em) before you give 'em a chance? And then… what if this hypothetical person actually does prove to be a superficial ninny? What have you really lost? Some time? Or is it just possible that you may've gained something from even the most seemingly useless or trivial meetings? You'll never know, if you avoid 'em altogether, simply because they intrude upon your preordained sense of purpose and direction in life. Don't succumb to such single-mindedness, and miss out on the scraps of humanity that actually taste the best, while feeding your spirit with the sheer unpredictable magnificence of variation and diversity. Don't blind yourself with rigid definition. Don't forget to giggle. Over these final weeks of 2007, please, oh please, make an effort to bust out of your bubble—take up the company of somebody besides the same two or three people you usually see, spend a couple hours shooting the shit, and see how great you feel afterwards. Rinse, and repeat, throughout '08.
Okay, not really feeling the Scorpio one so much, but the Taurus one...yeah.
