Watch your own hand the next time someone sets a full plate in front of you. There is a held breath, a small tally running, a quiet question about whether this is really yours to keep. You were born with Chiron in Taurus, and the centaur of the myth was the teacher whose wound stayed open and who taught from it rather than around it. Yours lives in the body, in what the senses are allowed to take in. Somewhere early the simple fact of enough (enough food, enough warmth, a steady place to set your weight) came with a shortage that taught you not to reach. So comfort feels borrowed even when you have earned it, and you either ration yourself or grip too hard at what you have. Venus runs through this ground, slow and warm. The risk is not your wanting. It is the old arithmetic that calls wanting greed. Here is what the wound knows: you understand in your body what it is to go without, which makes you the one who can teach a slower, surer yes. You get to sit at the table and eat the meal without earning it first. Let your needs be plain. They were always allowed.