4 Birth Months Who Belong In A Different Era

Some people feel like they’re slightly out of sync with the world they were born into, like they were meant for a different rhythm of life entirely. Whether it’s romance, adventure, luxury, or mystery, these birth months seem to carry a nostalgia for eras they never actually lived in. People tend to feel most “themselves” when their surroundings reflect their internal wiring, which can influence everything from creativity to relationships and even life satisfaction.

Read on to discover which birth months seem like they belong to another era entirely, and see what that says about your own sense of time, identity, and where you might truly thrive.

December

December belongs to an era when the world was a much bigger place by virtue that it had to be traveled at a much slower pace. A world with no wifi or cellular connection. A world where wax seals and handwritten correspondence reigned supreme. A Vernean age of submarines and hot air balloons, railways and cargo steamships, rickshaws and carriages. Where one could arrive on a foreign shore and assume a new name and identity, completely reinventing themselves and leaving their old life behind. Where you had to visit a country to sample its cuisine or its fashions. Where the next dream is always waiting on the horizon, and only those brave enough to chase it are the ones who can truly claim to know what it feels to be alive.

April

April belongs to an era where the lines blur between heroes and gods. Where fate is a string we all must follow to its end, and a life worthy of the immortalization of one’s name was the ultimate goal. Where jealousy and loyalty each could bring armies of thousands to a battlefield, and honor was the code that everyone lived by. Where life could be short but brilliant, like a firework coursing though the sky, and those few who reached old age became the keepers of tales and history alike. Where one traveled far and wide but never stopped yearning for home. Where pastoral idles where also ideals, and legends were as real as the ground beneath your feet.

May

May belongs to an age where who riches have been lost to time. An era of pyramids and temples that stand as a testament to man’s desire to leave his mark on the world. An era where jewelry and art were produced and preserved with nascent technology but awe-inspiring results. Where gold glistens in the desert sun and lapis lazuli becomes its perfect compliment. Where life is harsh for many but May resides in the lap of luxury fanned by palm leaves and fed grapes alongside cool clear pools, bathed, perfumed, and dressed in rich robes by trusted attendants. Where even after death those born in May can be assured to be surrounded by opulence and luxury. 

November

November belongs in an age where scandal is, well, more scandalous. Where their romantic escapes carry more risk, and therefore, more reward. Where their entrances and exits through balcony windows earn them the reputation of a Romeo, a Don Juan, or a D’Artagnan. Where a puritan proletariat scoff in public at November’s transgressions against decency, but hypocritically lust in private for an existence as exhilarating as theirs. Where masquerades hide mistresses and letters must be burned after reading, lest their contents fall into the wrong hands. Where discretion is a currency as precious as gold, and love the ultimate act of vulnerability. This is the age where those born in November thrive as a rogue, a rake, a rascal, but nevertheless a winner of hearts.