Why are we so obsessed with being 'good'?

Look at the sky today. Jupiter and the Sun are sitting in Pushya, that nurturing, protective space. It's meant to be the star of nourishment. But then I look at Rahu sitting in Shatabhisha, obsessing over healing and secrets, while Ketu in Magha demands we look at the ancestral dirt we've been trying to bury.

We talk about karma like it's a debt we can just pay off with a few rituals or a nice donation. We treat the nodes like cosmic villains, but they're just mirrors.

I’ve been thinking about the uncomfortable stuff. Why do we keep acting like we want to resolve our karmic baggage when, in reality, we're just finding new ways to avoid the pain of transformation?

If the stars are pushing us toward raw, unvarnished honesty, why are we still so committed to the masks we wear? Do you honestly believe you're ready to see your own shadow, or are you just waiting for the transits to shift so you can go back to sleep?