You give big, and some nights you walk out of the room with less of yourself than you carried in. Jupiter sits at one pole of your chart spending wide, the Sun at the other guarding your own bare substance. When one swells, the other taps the glass for its turn. So you go bright for everyone and find yourself scraped hollow after. Then you shine only for yourself and a guilt sits on your chest. There is one plain fact under all of it: the light you hand out burns your own oil, and no one else stocks the lamp. Tending yourself does not steal from anyone. It is what keeps a flame here tomorrow.