Letting Go

Today I shall be typing on something I have given thought to before on numerous occasions.
Why do we feed into societal standards? It's not a question I can hope to fully expound upon, or to even change, but I find the instances of feeding quite fascinating. I also like to think about when a standard should become a law, and perhaps where a law should only be a standard although I really can never think about quite as many cases when laws should only be standards.
This was all brought fresh into my mind today after reading my horoscope. Now, I don't believe in horoscopes. I believe that others believe in them to the point of self-fulfilling prophecy. If they believe in that horoscope enough, then the events transcribed shall come to pass. I too probably suffer from the reverse of the self fulfilling prophesy. I don't believe that my horoscope has anything to do with me, so therefore none of the events shall come to pass. To a certain extent I believe that we create the reality around us. None of this is new. I can't take credit for any of these thoughts, for I have just picked them up somewhere and come to the same conclusions that somebody before had come to.
My horoscope today had told me to let go and howl at the moon. Strange, because after I just mentioned the irrelevance of my horoscopes in my life this is exactly what I feel like doing. I want to go howl at the moon tonight. I want to be at peace with not knowing what my future holds instead of feeling this dread in my soul at the thought of not knowing. I want to do and be all the things that society has told me I can't do, that I can't be.
It's funny because as I type these words I think in my head of the previous images I would have had in my head of someone who would type similar ones. I see in my head this stereotypical image of an angry/angsty individual who hangs out at poetry readings and drinks non-commercialized coffee house coffee and only shops at thrift stores for their clothes and listens to nothing but ''underground'' music and who is always carrying a book with them. The more clear this picture becomes, the more clearly I see myself headed down that road. The more I see myself subscribing to who society thinks I should be for typing these words, and for thinking and feeling the way I do right now.
I am going to howl at the moon tonight. Only, replace tonight with right now and substitute moon with societal standards. That's right, this is me howling in frustration... too bad it doesn't matter.

I sound so morbid, so... macabre. It's a bizarre sensation to be thinking such unwholesome thoughts, yet feeling harmonious with my feelings as if these thoughts aren't unwholesome at all. Maybe the key to my future lies thusly, in ceasing to worry about what is to be thought about me for following my intuition...