And as I settled into relaxation mode, I realised how tired I was. It’s kind of like running long distance. As long as you keep going, you don’t realise how tired you are. But the moment you slow down to catch your breath – all that running on empty catches up with you. I felt depleted, drained and just devil-may-care. I didn’t feel like being the together and responsible person that I ordinarily am. I didn’t feel like talking to anybody from work or going out to socialise. I needed time to recuperate. Hibernate. Replenish my tired soul.
This is no candle flame burning softly and tenderly. This is a forest fire bent on annihilating everything and everyone that dares to resist it. I thought I would mourn the passing of things and people that I held so dearly in my heart for such a long time. But instead, I don’t. I accept that things must pass. That nothing lasts forever.
These days we no longer talk about our ancestors. We’ve disguised this topic under more modern semantics such as: ‘identity’ and ‘heritage’. But I think the concept is still the same. We talk about those that came before us so that we may better understand who we are today.
There’s activity all around me, but my attention is entirely focused on him. There is nothing and no one else in the room that interests me. I’m like that when I’m into someone. Unlike Venus in Aries, Gemini and Aquarius that are all about the flirtation, variety and the thrill of the chase – Venus in the 8th wants who it wants and never wavers. When you have me, you have all of me. And when I have you, I better have all of you. Betray my devotion or mistake it for weakness and I’ll bury you. Scorpio spite and scorn is legendary. But that’s another story for another day.
She’s the river that flows. The ocean that possesses great mysteries, her tides taking you wherever she pleases. She’s a lake – still and silent. Watching, brooding. She’s the Queen of Cups.
Scorpio energy…I know it all too well. Why do I have to feel these things so intensely? Whilst others are off having their flings and flirtations without a care in the world, I feel debilitated by the depth and intensity of my desire. Especially when it sneaks up on me like a thief in the night – without prior warning. The worst part of it is that I never seem to have any choice in the matter. It’s raw. Untamed. Private. It’s a diamond desire that doesn’t want to seen and yet silently and patiently yearns for the day that it will be discovered.
I put on my comfortable shoes and saddled up for Day 2 of Wealth Master Congress Japan 2017. Fortunately, today was 100 times better than yesterday. The queue in the morning was still an epic and unorganised pain in the neck, but unlike yesterday, the wait was only 20 minutes as opposed to an hour and 20 minutes. I repeat – this event was organised by idiots. I’ve been to a ton of conferences and I’ve never seen anything as terrible as this. The venue may have been the New Otani Hotel at Akasaka-Mitsuke, but I felt like I was at a fish market full of eager customers looking to get the best possible bargain deal. God help us all.