Marcoilrosso
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In a sense, more than a topic, it is a bit of my complaint for such suffering that seems vividly connected with Saturnian part, and the way I feel the burden, especially in the peculiar lack of sympathy between me and my father.
This, as a consequence, result with something like that, and even worse, with authority figures as teachers, and so on.
Really all this is burdensome and a vexation.
Seems like, the minimum Mars transit is enough to excite trouble, and today I got severely enraged at my father.
Everyone remember me how I am intelligent and skilled, that my shortcomings are human afterall, and no excuse for living retired and shrink my concern for politics: yet, it seems I am not able to receive enough joy. I feel vexed with ingratitude, as if my life direction is merely the way to keep silent the sense of guilt for having have done nothing and keeping anxiety out of range.
Apart from duty, I am not further motivated, and the worry that this thing will take away all the time is habitually assailing me: I love active life and sports especially, and I feel this way too dull and despondent, as if it asking too much time from here and compesating comparatively little.
I am here more emotionally-driven (than thought driven) perhaps.
In a sense, more than a topic, it is a bit of my complaint for such suffering that seems vividly connected with Saturnian part, and the way I feel the burden, especially in the peculiar lack of sympathy between me and my father.
This, as a consequence, result with something like that, and even worse, with authority figures as teachers, and so on.
Really all this is burdensome and a vexation.
Seems like, the minimum Mars transit is enough to excite trouble, and today I got severely enraged at my father.
Everyone remember me how I am intelligent and skilled, that my shortcomings are human afterall, and no excuse for living retired and shrink my concern for politics: yet, it seems I am not able to receive enough joy. I feel vexed with ingratitude, as if my life direction is merely the way to keep silent the sense of guilt for having have done nothing and keeping anxiety out of range.
Apart from duty, I am not further motivated, and the worry that this thing will take away all the time is habitually assailing me: I love active life and sports especially, and I feel this way too dull and despondent, as if it asking too much time from here and compesating comparatively little.
I am here more emotionally-driven (than thought driven) perhaps.