Born Today?
A reading for your birthday. Sagittarius season.
It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor.
Seneca
Your Year of the Untranslatable Thing. This is the year you stop trying to make yourself fully legible and discover what becomes possible when you don't. A song you keep returning to holds something you haven't been able to say aloud, and this year the feeling behind it finally finds a shape outside of you, in a conversation, a piece of work, a room where someone gets it without a word of explanation. By spring, the gap between what you mean and what lands stops feeling like failure and starts feeling like your frequency. The untranslatable parts of you are the signal, not the static. A friendship deepens through exactly this, two people agreeing that some things hold better in silence than in summary. Enter the year ready to be partial, approximate, and alive in the gap.