Is it the eighth house that is sucking the life out of me?
I have my Moon (Taurus), Jupiter, and Saturn in the sixth house. Sun (Cancer), Mars, Venus, and Rahu in the eighth house. I always find myself in the middle of something. But I have to admit, even though I live my life like someone struggling to balance on a moving ball, luck has always favoured me. I somehow land on all fours. Even when I'm buried, I manage to find one silver of space that keeps me alive. At times, I can't help but wonder: what if I had a life like my friends? What would that experience be like? At 26, I have lost my sense of value for life and death. The concept of living seems comical, and death makes it even funnier. Living isn't stressful anymore—maybe because I stopped looking for meaning in life. When I wake up in the morning, I get up and just wander aimlessly through life, and when night falls, I close my eyes and rest. I don't pray, I don't dream, and I don't even hope; I just wander through life because, at the end of the day, the concept of life is just wasting your time until the call comes through. It is very soothing but also terrifying because I see myself falling apart, people dying and my animals dying, but nothing feels sad or tragic. It is just, "Yeah, and?" Or maybe life is just, "Yeah, and?" Who knows. Is this just a normal phase ? Or is it it is what it is?