If you know me, then you know I'm the best sign, Aries. The sign with fire and fury, great leadership skills, and has the power to have compassion more so than others. But enough about me bragging about how blessed I am being an Aries.

Most of the time, I draw the line at horoscopes when it comes to superstitious ideas like astrology. I'm a firm believer in being the master of my own fate and that directly saying anything other than death is inevitable is cheating death and is immoral nine times out of ten.

So with that being said, I can tell you that I visited a fortune teller.

They often say that curiosity killed the cat, so I figured I'd go ahead and see this fortune teller in Chicago's Wicker Park, per the advice of my friend, who said that she changed her life. When I went to the teller's place, I was a bit skeptical, for her business was merely just a small apartment nestled atop a bar. But after we introduced ourselves (she happened to be named Pat too) and I shuffled and drew several tarot cards, let me just tell you I was just blown away at what she told me.

Pat told me some pretty astounding things. She told me that I was going to live a long, healthy life, that I'll live to be 91 years old, and that I'll marry the "love of my life" when I'm 28 (it's pretty ironic that this is being submitted on Valentine's Day too, right?).

But what really made me "shook" was that she knew things that there was no way she could've just looked up online, since I've hid myself from public search results. She knew what I was majoring in and that I went to DePaul. She knew that I was considering law school or getting my masters, and that it was possible that I'd run for public office. Furthermore, she knew about my overall fear of what people think of me, which is bad especially when you factor in that I'm going into a field that is almost always about public persona. She told me to relax every now and then, and just to take a breath, which may not seem like original advice, but since she was the first person in a while to actually tell me this, it was vindicating.

So after this all-too-real experience with a fortune teller, I'm still not quite sure whether or not I believe in the occult or things of the like. But one thing is for sure that I did gain a somewhat good amount of closure for the uncertainty that I have in my life.

Another thing that I took away from this experience is this: you can choose to believe or not believe in astrology and the occult, but it doesn't hurt to try. This isn't to say that you should go out and buy some healing crystals and an Ouija board, but it is merely to say that astrology and the like can be a feasible place of solace for all of us. Because after all, we are all made of stardust, right?