Many believe the positions of the planets, the stars, the sun, and the moon when someone is born will determine their personality. Others believe there is nothing more to it than which constellation was predominant in the sky on the day of one’s birth. But which is it really? Could we truly ever know?
As a Leo I’m supposed to be prideful, vibrant, confident, a natural leader, who craves being the center of attention. I am meant to be ambitious, loyal, fiercely protective, generous, and big hearted, with a love of drama. As a Leo I’m meant to love luxury. I am a Leo, and I am Rising. I’m meant to be warm, confident, optimistic, and eager to stand for what I believe in. I’m meant to have an ego. But do these traits define me? Are they suitable to associate with my personality? Maybe not fit perfectly, but I’d say quite a few of them do fit.
Prideful? I’ve always had trouble admitting when I need help.
Egotistical? Sometimes I am, but I don’t mean to be.
Ambition? Ha. My ambition knows no bounds, with my talents, with the career path I want to take. I’m competitive and I want to be the best.
Confident? I have my doubts sometimes, but who doesn’t? My confidence is strong though, it goes hand in hand with my ambition, believe it or not.
Loyal? Of course, I’m selective about my friends and I always have their backs.
Protective? Definitely, hurt my friends and family? See you in court.
Vibrant? Depends on the day really, we all have our bad ones.
A natural leader? Well yes.
Craves attention? Yes, and no. I don’t want attention for something bad, or something I didn’t do. But if I reach fame and fortune on my own merits, I will gladly stand in that light.
Generous? I try to be, there’s always someone in need.
Big-hearted? Yeah, I’d say so. I like to see people smile and succeeding.
Do I have a love of luxury? I want to live in a mansion.
A love of drama? I’ll gladly watch, just keep me out of it.
Warm? I try to be nice to strangers, never know who’s a friend. Don’t be mistaken, I can be as cold as ice if you overstep.
Optimistic? In everything but exams. The world is my oyster and it’s a great place to be, the trick is seeing the good instead of focusing on the bad.
Eager to stand for what I believe in? I wouldn’t be me if I weren’t.
So maybe these traits match who I am. But what about the rest there’s far more to astrology than just the Zodiac.
When I was born Sagittarius was rising, it means I have a strong sense of individuality and uniqueness. It means I’m determined with an analytical mind, with a strong hold over my emotions. I was born under the ninth house, philosophy, travel, and higher education are often linked to it.
Could the position of the stars, the planets, the sun, and moon influence our personalities? Many call astrology a pseudoscience, a hoax, and a gambit for money. I don’t know how accurate the science behind it truly is, but I do know for me it fits. I am a Leo, I am rising, my rising sign is Sagittarius, I was born under the ninth house, I am ruled by the sun. These things may not define me as a person, but they guide me on my path. I am a Leo. And I am rising. My element is fire, I am ruled by the sun.
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Kiercy Saméa
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