The Chinese invented many wonderful things, such as
dynamite, fortune cookies and Chinese food. They also invented astrology. In
fact, the Chinese Lunar New Year is the longest chronological record in
history.
Emperor Huang Ti introduced the first cycle of the zodiac in
2600 BC. It takes five minor cycles of 12 years each, or 60 years all together,
to make one complete cycle.
The Chinese New Year always starts with the new moon on the
first day of each year, somewhere between late January and the middle of
February. Celebrations will last for 15 days, until the full moon arrives and
the Lantern Festival takes place.
The Chinese calendar is based upon lunar and solar
movements. Since the lunar cycle is about 29.5 days, an extra month is inserted
seven times within every 19 years. This bit of mathematical magic avoids the
need for an extra day every four years, with certain century exceptions. Thus,
the Chinese New Year falls on a different date each year.
Each of the years within the 12-year minor cycle is named
after an animal.
Presently, as I write this, it is January of 2014. I am
putting together a book of random topics which I started in November of 2013
and will publish the book within the next few weeks.
Last year, 2013, was the Year of the Snake.
A snake is a loathsome creature that tries to blend in with
the background and attacks without warning. After it has accomplished its task,
it slithers back into hiding, mostly underground. 2013 turned out to be a bad
year for snakes, particularly the Afghan cave-dwelling variety.
The present year, 2014, is the Year of the Horse.
According to Chinese astrology, children born this year will
be hard working, independent, intelligent, friendly and a bit selfish. It
sounds like another batch of lawyers, bankers and pickpockets are about to
enter this world.
I was born during the Year of the Monkey.
According to the chart, I am certain to be very intelligent,
well liked by everyone and highly successful in whatever field of endeavor I choose.
Apparently, Chinese astrology isn’t an exact science.
In September of 2012, my high school class celebrated our 50th
high school reunion. It’s hard to believe so much time has passed since I was
hanging out in the pool hall, trying to figure out what to do with the rest of
my life.
Most of my classmates were also born in the Year of the
Monkey. My three best friends at the time (names withheld to prevent
litigation) were also trying to figure out what they wanted to do with the rest
of their lives.
One of them spent so much time in the pool hall, they
considered charging him rent. Some fifty years later, he owns dozens of
apartment complexes, over a thousand units in all, and passes time counting his
money.
The second one took mostly shop courses in high school and
spent all of his time chasing girls. Today he is a retired high school English
teacher, still married to his first wife and their son went to the Naval
Academy. He is presently working on his second novel, having had his first one
published in 2011.
The third friend went on to obtain a PhD in psychology and
has recently retired from a successful practice where he dispensed advice to
people who were actually more screwed up than he is.
Other members of the class of 1962 in my circle of fringe
miscreants have also achieved remarkable success. In no particular order, there
is a painting contractor, a union leader, a mechanical engineer for an
aerospace company, a computer programming contractor, a small business owner, a
city councilman, a college professor and so on. No doctors or lawyers, but just
about everything else.
As far as I can tell, those of us who were born during the
Year of the Monkey are indeed successful. As soon as I figure out what I want
to do for the rest of my life, perhaps I’ll be successful too.
Most of my former classmates are also very intelligent and
successful. Whether or not they’re all well liked is another matter.
Then again, the guys I used to hang out with didn’t consider
life to be a popularity contest.
But two out of three isn’t bad -- after all, Chinese astrology
isn’t an exact science.
___________
Quote for the Day -- “A man is a success if he gets up in
the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to
do.” Bob Dylan
___________
___________
Bret Burquest is the author of 10 books. He
lives in the Ozark Mountains with a dog named Buddy Lee and where success is
easily achieved with confidence and low expectations.
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