To believe or not to believe?

Tarot, originally uploaded by Itineranting.

I stopped believing in the likes of Linda Goodman soon after I graduated from crushes to meaningful/less relationships. And I'm ready to scoff at people who live their lives ruled by daily horoscope/astrology/stones/stars/planetary positions, the works. I really believe that people read horoscopes to search for that little link that they can use to reaffirm events in their life. And ofcourse with global predictions like "the breeze will blow in your face today; dont forget to turn off the remote" the daily horoscope might just work for people around the world.

(Aside: there are times when I feel that blogs have effects similar to horoscopes...people express themselves and there are bound to be others who read it and identify with whats written...and a connection of sorts is assumed ...and it builds up....and when I read some of the gushing comments some blogs evoke, I feel like saying, hey there's 7 other people who probably identify with that..so you're not the only one with a connection with the blogger....but I refrain, coz hey, why ruin someone else's dream?).

So I went to a tarot card reader. If I wanted to sound cool, I'd add, just for a lark. But the truth is, I went out of curiosity.
I consider myself pragmatic, so no matter what he had to say, I was pretty certain it wouldnt create havoc in my life. And my decisions will always be mine.
I was speechless when I walked out. He was a far cry from the generic horoscopes in the newspapers or the man with the parrot who picks cards. Armed with my name and birthdate/time, which he fed into a sleek laptop, he proceeded to inform me of startling facts about my life. Not predictions. That came later.
If it hadnt been for those damn facts that he proceeded to rattle off (that no stranger could possibly know in so much detail), the predictions would fly off my shoulder.
The science wielding mother vehemently stated that its not the astrologer, but the planetary positions that the astrologer saw, that helped him assume accuracy.
I think she missed the point, I dont believe in planetary bunkum either.
I dont want to be a believer and am trying really hard to dig holes in his predictions...trying to rationalize the information; trying to see if I can draw a parallel to other people's lives.
Or maybe its just coincidence? Thats the best justification.
But there's just this little part of me thats a little startled. Amused at how the human mind can be so vulnerable, that something so coincidental can set off a tumultuous conflict in the mind, with rationality and pragmatism fighting hard against that little seed of belief. Which has a scary potential of growing into a tree.

Serendipity

Catharsis, originally uploaded by Itineranting.

I sleep with music. Choosing what makes me dance.
Stepping over the memories of eternity,
Reaching beyond the conversations of many midnights.
Trying to erase what was & what can never be.
Stronger in my own vulnerability.
Fallible only as a I can be. In loving. And losing?
And still walking, believing I will find my sunshine once the clouds are gone.
Revelling in the rain that touches my face and washes away the last trace of sorrow..