New Habits: Jupiter’s Melancholy Gift

Jupiter’s passage, a fleeting warmth, whispers of unseen possibilities. New wisdom, a fragile bloom, pushes through hardened ground. Habits, once foreign, now beckon, a promise of change. Yet, even in expansion, a quiet longing lingers, a sense of time’s relentless flow.

Knowledge, a distant shore, calls for exploration. Teachers, momentary guides, point towards hidden truths. Generosity, a brief outpouring, masks a deeper solitude. The urge to share, a fleeting connection, cannot fill the void within.

Habits, like fragile seedlings, sprout under Jupiter’s gaze. Health, a fleeting balance, feels within reach. Abundance, a temporary tide, washes over the soul. Yet, even in plenty, a sense of emptiness persists, a fear of the inevitable ebb.

Excess, a shadow lurking in the light, threatens to consume. Balance, a delicate dance, becomes a necessity. Discernment, a quiet voice, urges caution. Even in moments of joy, a melancholy undertone remains, a reminder that all things, even expansion, must eventually pass.