You hand things out with both arms full, and still a small part of you stays hungry the whole time. The Moon squares Jupiter, the big open generosity crossing the quiet need to be held. Give, and you feel scraped empty. Pull back to refill, and you call yourself selfish. The bill piled up in relationships where you gave too much and left feeling no one ever saw you. Years of that grind made someone who finally stopped giving from the bottom of an empty tank. Real generosity spills from surplus, not lack. The right to a healthy bit of selfishness is yours now, the kind your giving always needed to keep from breaking.
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