Aries

You begin where the zodiac begins. Aries carries the spark of Ares and the golden ram that bore Phrixus across the sky — the first fire, struck before anyone knew what it would illuminate. In the temples of old, the year itself was reborn at your gate: the spring equinox, when light finally overtakes the dark. That is your inheritance. You are not asked to finish things; you are asked to start them, loudly, before the rest of the world has found its sandals.

This energy moves through your life as appetite — for the unclimbed wall, the unspoken truth, the door no one has dared to push. You decide quickly and act faster, and your honesty arrives like weather: sudden, bracing, impossible to mistake for anything else. People feel more alive around you because you remind them that hesitation is also a choice, and usually the worse one. Your anger flares and passes like a struck match; you rarely hold a grudge longer than it takes to win the rematch.

Your growth edge is the second act. The ram charges magnificently but does not always check what stands behind the wall. Learning to stay — with a project, a person, a difficult Tuesday — is your quiet heroism. The warrior who can also keep the watch through a long, boring night becomes something rarer than brave: dependable. When you marry your fire to patience, you stop merely starting revolutions and begin leading them home.