Zodiac Depths

You turn choices into polls because you fear being the only name on the receipt. Group chats become shields. Every opinion you collect is a delay. You dilute the yes until it tastes like water. You call it fairness; it is avoidance. Indecision is not diplomacy. Make the cut. Wear the consequence. Let silence be the tie-breaker.

You already know the answer before you ask. Consensus muddies clean instincts. Friends offer mirrors, not maps; they protect your comfort, not your calling. When you choose, reality chooses back. Momentum appears. Friction reveals what matters. Unchosen options grieve loudly, then quiet. Responsibility hurts, then hardens into backbone. Certainty is not found; it is made by repeating a chosen direction.