Foot on the gas, map sliding off your knees, and the curve already here. Jupiter squares Mars, and the wide vision steers one way while the muscle bolts the other. Your drive does not wait for your plan, and your plan resents your feet for moving first. It billed you in projects launched too big or too fast, then reeled back in at a loss. But the friction taught what most people never learn: ambition with no legs is just a chalkboard, and legs with no chalkboard end up lost. Direction came to you the expensive way, one correction at a time, and it holds because every mile of it was paid for.