I am an open book

I am a person who loves palmistry just for the sake of it.  So much that on my last birthday my father gave me a ‘palmistry’ book to learn.  I am sure it was because he too was interested in palmistry yet a little too lazy to learn it so the best solution was for me to learn.

I get it from my father.  Sometimes I really do feel like a ‘daddy’s girl’ because the more I think about it, the more alike we are.  We both think with our left brain instead of our right.  Logic over emotions and that everything can be calculated mathematically.  Yet at the same time, we take the liberty in enjoying the illogical side of things such as tarot cards, palmistry and all of those superstitious stuff.

It doesn’t mean that we actually believe in it.  But it is a fun way to get a good laugh and perhaps cheer ourselves about the true potential we had in our inner self.  My dad and I really think alike.  We search motivation to keep going and heading straight to the future without ever surrendering.  Since most of the time the emotional support we needed is not available for us, this became a good way for us to humor ourselves and make ourselves feel better.

Anyway, back to the topic: Palmistry.

Even though I can read hands, I can’t read my own hands, or perhaps I can’t believe what I see for myself before a second person confirms it to me.  So every time I go to a for a reading at one of those palm reading stands, the fortune teller will usually squint her eyes a bit and sighed a little saying:

“Wow… You are a really complicated person.”

my difficult to read palm.

Am I??  Am I really difficult to understand?

Most people I know just says that I am one of the least complicated people, and at some degree I do agree.

I always felt like I am like an open book.

I reveal myself easily to anyone who wishes to flip through the pages of my life.  That’s why I enjoy conversations about the philosophical things in my life.  I like to share.  I don’t like to keep things bottled up inside because the only way I know how to move on is to just reveal myself to the world.  I live my life in honesty.  I accept myself for who I am and this is me.

There’s no need to analyze or interpret me because I am not a philosophical book.  I am not a fiction.  Most of the time what you read in me is the facts, clearly written, so there’s really no need in second guesses or reading between the lines.  From the outside, my book cover is hard and sturdy, but just like paper, my pages are easily torn.

I still don’t quite understand why fortune tellers say that I am ‘complicated’.  I do admit that most of the time I think too much about many things that people consider useless, such as the human evolution theory and the how every single thing in this world is a philosophical symbol regarding an aspect of life itself one way or another.

I don’t yet quite know where I am going in this life.  I’m not quite good in long term planning.  But I don’t think I’m complicated.  I’m not mysterious.  I don’t talk in metaphors.  The more people talk to me the more they know about me.

I am an open book.  But I am the only copy in this world.