Dreams coming true? Rahu isn’t tricking you

A light flickers. A spark ignites. Rahu calls with promises of more. More success. More fame. More than we own. It weaves illusions, bright and real. We chase what shimmers ahead. But is joy found in pursuit?

They say Rahu fuels ambition. It feeds hunger, drives us higher. It craves the thrill of the unknown. But what happens when we arrive? Does fulfillment follow? Or does a new longing rise?

We seek fate’s favor, destiny’s hand. The stars whisper of cosmic paths. Do they lead to truth or illusion? Are they guiding us or deceiving?

Rahu reaches, restless and bold. It pushes visionaries beyond limits. It fuels pioneers, dreamers, risk-takers. But obsession cuts deep, like fire. What happens when desire consumes us?

Some say Rahu reveals, not grants. It makes us question what matters. Is it success, wealth, or fame? Or peace, found in stillness?

Maybe Rahu is neither friend nor foe. It shows us longing’s endless cycle. It reminds us hunger never fades. And perhaps the real lesson is this: The dream is not the prize. The journey is.