Libra, I need you

I am jealous of Libra men and women. When I am with them, I try to compliment and admire them to bring closeness but there is a place in me that examines them from a distance, thinking I could never level up. I could never give as much of myself to a group in the same way they do. they completely lay themselves flat, take any task that’s needed, every available shift- in order for the company, group or relationship to succeed. I, on the other hand, put my desire to self-express and find quietness- in a safe box, that no one or nothing can penetrate.

The joyful stylish ease they see their time spent with others as worthwhile leaves me opened mouthed. My fear of losing myself is what holds me back. But deep down I know that hundreds of hours I spent with myself went to waste when working towards some project that went in the trash.

What I can learn from Libra is the braveness of throwing oneself into a group, into a relationship and being there completely without holding back. Morphing the ‘we’ to support the ‘me’. Because at the end, the person who receives the most admiration was the one who gave himself fully.

If I would always be with myself I could not experience the divine pleasure of sex.