Rahu in 1st House: Obsessed with Becoming More

You weren’t born feeling whole. Something always felt missing. A face. A place. A name. You searched early. You still search now.

Rahu in the first house burns. It burns through the self. Through the skin. Through the mirror. You want to become more. Always more. Never enough.

This is the house of identity. Rahu distorts it. Expands it. Demands it. You’re pulled forward by hunger. Not food. But self. A self that shines.

You study others. You copy. You shift. You absorb. You evolve. One self dies. Another begins. But peace doesn’t stay. Not long.

People see you coming. They feel you. You don’t have to speak. Your presence asks questions. Who is that? What do they want?

You want to be seen. But not just seen. You want to matter. You want power. Grace. Maybe even love. But it’s hard to rest.

You build versions of yourself. Better ones. Braver ones. Stronger, smarter, colder ones. But the stillness escapes. It always escapes.

Fame calls. So does success. So does image. You wear them all. But none last. Not really. They shimmer. Then blur.

The self becomes a stage. You perform. You excel. You impress. But after the lights? Silence. And more questions. Always more questions.

This isn’t failure. This is Rahu. It never stops. Not even in sleep. It whispers. Louder than dreams. “Be more.” “Still more.”

You feel the gap. Between who you are. And who you could be. The gap aches. But also guides.

You climb. You shift. You chase. And while others settle, you transform. You have no choice. Change is your nature.

One day, you pause. Not because it ends. But because you choose it. You meet yourself—one of many. And call it enough. Just for now.

But the hunger returns. Softer maybe. Still there. This is the path. Not cruel. Just vast. You are becoming. Always.