Obsessed much? Check Rahu’s grip on you

Rahu, a shadow, whispers of endless want. It paints illusions, a thirst that never quenches. We chase phantoms, wealth, power, love, yet find only emptiness. This grip, unseen, steers us, a subtle, cruel compulsion. No joy lasts; each prize fades, leaving only a hollow ache. We manipulate, deceive, driven by this restless hunger. The world blurs, reality a dream, as obsession tightens its hold. Eccentricity blooms, a fascination with the dark, the hidden.

Anxiety gnaws, paranoia creeps in, a mind trapped in endless loops. Jealousy, envy, they fester, isolating us in our own desires. We cannot see others, only the goal, a distant, shimmering lie. Recognizing this grip is a lonely task, a confrontation with our own shadows. Can we break free? Can we see the illusion for what it is? Humility, a hard-won lesson, may offer a path. Spiritual paths, a search for inner peace, a way to quiet the restless soul. Yet, a sense of loss remains, a melancholy truth: the world’s allure is a fleeting, deceptive dance.