
Mars retrograde feels like running uphill with no clear sky. You want to move, but the ground resists. You act first, think later. Then the doubt creeps in. Did I mean that? Was I ready? You push forward, but feel unsure. The fire burns, but flickers. The anger comes fast, then fades. The passion drives you, but into walls. It’s not about failing—it’s about not knowing where you’re going anymore. Not knowing if what you want is still real.
There’s a gap between impulse and meaning. You speak, then wish you hadn’t. You commit, then want to undo. You feel bold, then feel nothing. It’s a strange echo—your own voice returning with questions. Mars retrograde slows the body, not the emotion. The heart still wants. The mind still races. But everything feels fogged. You reach out, then retreat. You try again, but hesitate. Movement becomes memory. Action becomes doubt.
In relationships, it gets even messier. You pull someone close, then push them away. You want connection, but fear what it might ask of you. You want to be seen, but not exposed. You argue, not sure why. You back off, not sure what for. The heat is there, but scattered. Sometimes you burn others, sometimes yourself. Mars turns the sword around, quietly. You start noticing the wounds you didn’t mean to make.
But maybe that’s the point. Not every fire is for building. Some are for showing you what needs to cool down. What needs to end. What was never really yours to chase. Mars retrograde doesn’t kill your drive. It redirects it. It makes you stop. Look back. Ask harder questions. Why this path? Why this person? Why now? And sometimes the answer doesn’t come quickly. Sometimes, the silence is the only honest thing.
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