Hororscope: Superman always did fine until someone confronted him with Kryptonite. A little bit of rock from his home planet soon stopped him in his tracks. We are all, in a way, like that caped crusader. We believe we can fly - and, though this doesn't always cause us to rise up into the air, it creates a lightness of spirit that serves a similar psychological purpose. What stops us? What brings us back down to earth with a bump? Doubt. When we are no longer so sure of our entitlement to happiness, it evaporates. So why give in to that today?
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