scales of life

As I sit here enveloped in my peaceful surroundings, I allow my mind to wander, all the while the desire, a constant pulling of something that keeps telling me to record my thoughts during this time of reflection.
Libras, we are the only non-living sign amongst the stars. We stand alone balancing our shadowed pasts with the ever changing present. We are the ones who mediate between enemies, between strangers, between all. We are the peace keepers. Some call us the artists, as to say that we are the inspiration for all.
No sign is perfect, nor is everyone true to their sign. I believe if you are not true to your sign, then you are not true to yourself, and perhaps following a path that is not destined to be yours, if your sign can claim you, then you are on a path closer to that in which you are destined.
Everything is weighed with Librans, and is always an exact calculation. Even our spontaneity is conformed to our assessment of the outcome. Librans will approach a relationship with said caution and sincerity as well. Often times it may come across as judging to those who misperceive the Libra, but in truth we merely are checking and weighing the situation in order to keep our hearts away from the inevitable fire. Once Libras offer their love, they offer it in its entirety, without restrictions. Through inevitable miscalculations in our judgment, or errors on our part, Librans loose a piece of themselves every time there love is invalidated through a broken relationship. Many people claim to this, but none is true as it is to the Libra. It has been shown time and time again, Librans loose so much of themselves in the quest for love and companionship that they loose the ability to love all together, forcing them to continuously carry the void of a broken heart and the inability to regenerate.
To have loved so hard that you can love no more sounds harmonic, but it’s a crushing fate that lurks in our shadows.