Zodiac Depths

Here’s the cut: you confuse being seen with being nourished. You hand your pulse to applause, then call it love. When the room quiets, you call it failure. You curate feelings for feedback and feel empty when the metrics sleep. Stop renting your heart to strangers. Praise evaporates. The hangover stays. Define the win before anyone claps. Then keep it to yourself.

Build a scoreboard no one can see. Count effort, not echoes. Let your criteria be boring and sacred: did you show up, tell the truth, leave kindly, rest on time. Praise is a weather report; your barometer lives under your ribs. When you define wins privately, your feelings stop whiplashing. You become drought-proof. You can love without auditioning. You can exit without flinching.