Dear Readers, In my previous column, I roared about the characteristics of being a Leo and the traits that define our wonderfulness as we celebrate our birthday month. I'm still going strong with revelry. But this week, as I turned another year older and the Perseid Meteor Shower sent shooting stars across the night sky, I found myself feeling rather juxtaposed — pondering the significance of what really matters and what simply does not.
Somewhere between considering constellations and zodiac signs behind the glittery streaks of skyfire, while scratching my bug bites and uncrusting my dirty woodland feet, I think I fell down while open-mouthed-breathing at the cosmos and bumped my head on the edge of Earth’s aquarium, slipping me into my annual mini-period of nihilism.
I find myself in the same mental yin and yang every year around my birthday, where my brain whirls with the paradoxical notion that nothing matters at all while at the same time everything matters so dang much. In a reality where these two things tend to coexist, we have the privilege of shaping the algorithm of our own existence. Though there is potential for manipulation and conformity in our world, we have the power to positively and meaningfully give back to the universe. In the tango between constellations and codes, we unearth the profound interconnectedness of all things.
