Why Do I Want More Even When Things Are Going Well?

Some ambition is a road. Some ambition is a mouth. The second kind does not rest when it arrives. It reprints the hunger in a new city, a new title, a new audience. The life is fine. The mouth has not been informed.

What the sky is often doing

Rahu is the node of appetite, smoke, the unprecedented. Practitioners often place a loud Rahu — in lagna, in the tenth, in the eleventh, in a dasha — with a life that wants more face, more foreignness, more of whatever the room did not issue at birth. Traditional sketches mention unusual rise, shortcuts, the taste for what is not yet allowed. They do not mention a visa, a follower count, or a moral. Rahu is not a villain. Rahu is also not a strategy.

Rahu rarely asks whether more is necessary. That question is yours.

Hunger can build a remarkable door if a house is attached to it — a craft, a name you can still answer at 7 a.m., a practice that survives the upgrade. Without that, it is a billboard that keeps reprinting. If the hunger is clinical, this page is not a clinic. If it is the ordinary inability to recognise 'enough' on a good day, read Rahu as appetite, then the response: let Rahu ride. Do not hand over the wheel.