I am an Aries, what are you?

Yesterday, I picked up the 24 newspaper outside the library. Why? Well, I was in class when my geography teacher shared his Aries horoscope. All I picked up was the fact that he was an Aries, so was I! And I had missed my horoscope! So later in the class, I asked if I could read the horoscope from the Province, and he kindly agreed. I read the horoscope. There was a lot of random sayings about family and friends, and nothing specifically important. I wanted more. The search for our identity is constant: it is in the deepest corners of our minds, the curiosity to pursue the search grows like a lamp with a well of fuel and the energy it releases satiates this hungry desire of knowing our own identity. Who are we?

This mental conscious awareness taunts the very being every single second that the clock ticks. However, we do not feel this and we do not think of this. I did not think of this. I did however, go out of my normal walking route towards the library to grab my 24 newspaper. Once I sat down in my chair, I rapidly flipped to the last page where my horoscope waited there for me, and I read it. It told me that my day was to be a six on a scale of one to ten, ten being an easy day and one being the hardest. That simple piece of information lead me into a day where I knew I was going to go through some hardship but not too difficult. That's all I wanted to know. Perhaps, that was what I was thinking at the moment. Curiosity is an amazing thing.

Later in the day, when the day was already half past, I found myself in the Astrology section of the Richmond Library. The main purpose of my library visit was to borrow costume design books for my art class. Yet somehow, because of my curiosity to find out who I was, I found myself flipping through books after books on Aries and Astrology. The depths of my curiosity is like shouting into a deep abyss, the emptiness would remain unknown, but this curiosity was enough. Ergo, I was unaware of my want for an answer in the morning, but in the afternoon, I was pursuing the search to find a secure answer of my identity.

I don’t ever recall wanting to go home so I can read a book. I wanted my empty vessel to be filled with the knowledge of an astrology book. There was a book about an Aries at work, Aries and love, and Aries the Ram. Once my eyes and the first letter of the words in the book clicked, I couldn’t stop reading. With this almost adrenaline drive, I went through book by book, scanning the most important information as fast as I can. This was like a workout at the gym and being dehydrated: chugging water bottle after bottle trying to dehydrate the self. Finally, the with each word there is more comfort filling the empty vessel. After learning about my sign, there was this feeling deep inside of me, this satiated feeling, for a moment, in that second, I felt complete.

Alas, I was unaware, but the curiosity grew, then there was the drive to satiate and finally the completion. This search of identity reached out of its shell to grow and to feed, now it is rested. Everyday, we go on in our lives, trying to find ourselves. I found something to work with: Astrology. How long will this last? I don’t dare to say, but for all I know, this search is constant and on going: nobody knows you better then you know yourself.