Que Sera Sera

do you believe in myth? astrology? something about fortune or prediction of future?

i did. and i liked it.

when i was in my hometown, i often surfed on the internet about those stuffs. my dad's computer's memory is almost full of the articles i've collected. most of them are about mysteries, myths, and everything that made me curious. i read them again and again and surfed again to search the related articles or to find the final answer. i was having my learning time not at school but in front of my dad's computer almost along the day. and it was not about the school's lessons.

in my high school time, i have an astrology book that i made by myself. it was my handwritten and complete by zodiac's stuffs. and my friends liked to consult with me about the people around them, astrological. it was fun! i was like a teen psychiatrist that solved people's problem by astrology or read the lines on their hands or read the face of people or by making some bullshits to calm someone down. *silent*

but someday, suddenly, i don't know how. that stupid book disappeared. i thought it was stolen by someone but i didn't mind. from that moment, unconsciously i started to forget the "knowledge" that i had by that book. i don't know why but i know this is the way of God to knock my brain, may be like this: He says, "my darling Yuli, if you can predict what your future will be or what will I do for your life tomorrow, I'll give you back your magic book."
and i was speechless. "You win."

then when i grew up, i've forgotten about that astrology at all. even i don't believe it anymore. it's too dangerous to live your life with predictions and act like god that you know what's happening in people's lives. whoever predicts or was predicted, never live in the same civilized world. it's just how to find your purpose of life then live it properly.

i'm not trying to be wise or whatever. it's an experience and a thought of mine. things are gonna change in your mind as the time goes on. and you'll never realize when the miracles work on you. i was thinking to post about this when i passed a street with a scent of incense this afternoon. suddenly my memory was just opened automatically on a house of a fortune-teller that i knew i don't like him. he bought my grandmother's house and used it to his rituals. he's close to my family, except me. i don't know how dare he is to moved our house properties as he suggest to "invite" some good abstract things. that's totally stupid and suck! *oops*

i just wanna say that all good things in your life depend on yourself! not by the lines on your hands or your birthdate says or the sight of the witches. wanna live a good life? tell yourself to do anything good and well, break the lines and show the chicken how to mean the life God has given to you.

i did. and i liked it!