(March 21st to April 19th)
You live in fear that you will go through life never having found the person that completes you, never having found The One. Will you ever find real love? You’ve found it in pieces—sharp little jagged pieces—but never the whole puzzle. You’ve thought you found real love before, but if it was real, why did it always fade? Isn’t the thing about true love that it never dies? What if you die never knowing what real love feels like?
(April 20th to May 21st)
You are scared to death—no pun intended—worrying about dying. You know it’s coming. No use denying it. Everyone dies, no matter how much you try to convince yourself you’ll be the exception who makes it out of life alive. You sort of want to know the date that you’ll die, but then again you kind of definitely don’t ever want to know until the Grim Reaper just comes and takes you by surprise. But somehow it’d be hard just to get out of bed if you kept your mind focused for more than a minute on the fact that one day you will simply cease to exist. You came with an expiration date. One day, even your future will be over, and that’s what scares you the most about your future.
(May 22nd to June 21st)
You fear the unknown—so much that you don’t want to hear anything else from me right now.
(June 22nd to July 22nd)
What scares you most about the future is knowing that nothing is permanent. Knowing that nothing ever lasts. Knowing that your loved ones will eventually die. That friends will eventually drift apart. That most of the people you grew up with and went to school with will move to other towns and states. That nothing is permanent. There’s just no security in the future. As much as you wish you could seize the future and hold it tightly in your hands, it keeps slipping through your fingers.
(July 23rd to August 22nd)
You have a morbid, creeping fear of being alone. Nothing cuts as deep as the idea of a future where you’re all alone in this big cold world. Eating alone. Sleeping alone. Driving yourself to doctor’s appointments alone. That’s why you desperately surround yourself with people, but it never quite does the job…does it? Being lonely is never good, but you need to learn how to be alone. The only thing you have to fear is yourself, and trust me, you aren’t that scary.
(August 23rd to September 22nd)
You worry about a future in which you won’t be able to meet your basic needs. Financial worries. Unexpected medical bills. Debt collectors. Running out of food and water and toilet paper and electricity. Hunger. Being cold in winter. Never getting anything you want and only half of the things you really need. Not being able to keep up. Falling behind, no matter how exhausted you get. You fear a future that’s like a treadmill on which you’re always falling behind no matter how fast you try to run.
(September 23rd to October 22nd)
Disease. Being disabled. Getting slower. Cancer. Aging. The fact that your own body will be what eventually betrays you more than any friend, lover, or family member. What you fear about the future is that your body will eventually turn on you.
(October 23rd to November 22nd)
Unlike Libra, you don’t fear your body going as much as you fear slowly losing your mind. Losing your memory. Having friends and loved ones calmly tell you that’s the sixth time you’ve told them the same story. Losing your mental sharpness in general. Forgetting things. Your keys. Whether you left the stove on. To you, there’s nothing more terrifying than the idea that you aren’t everything you once were, that a part of your mind is missing.
(November 23rd to December 21st)
Unlike Scorpio, you don’t fear losing your memory—you fear having nothing but memories. Knowing your best days are behind you. That’s the point where you wonder why even have a future? You fear knowing that the roller coaster of your life has peaked and it’s all downhill from here. Having nothing to look forward to. Slowly losing interest in life. Your biggest fear about the future is the moment when the rear-view mirror holds more interesting views than the big bleak horizon in front of you.
(December 22nd to January 20th)
You fear that the world is falling apart and you will live to see it. Global chaos. Seeing the world fall apart. War. National, religious, and ethnic tension. Hate. Things getting worse instead of better. No happy Hollywood endings. Just things getting worse. Realizing it’s never going to get any better. People are never going to get any smarter. Things are never going to get any fairer. What if there never is true progress and things stay pretty much as shitty as ever? Can you handle that?
(January 21st to February 18th)
For reasons you still can’t figure out, deep within you lies a morbid fear that a natural disaster is going to rain holy hell on this planet. A meteor. A tsunami. A volcanic eruption. An electromagnetic pulse. A solar flare. Some sort of catastrophe that causes unprecedented suffering, death, and destruction, wiping out all our technology, art, culture, hopes and dreams. It probably won’t happen, but that doesn’t stop that creepy little tugging in the back of your mind every once in a while.
(February 19th to March 20th)
You hate the uncertainty of the future. The past is part of recorded history. The present is easy to see. But the future? You don’t have a clue. It’s like staring into a black void. It’s like walking blindfolded into a blizzard. People tell you to expect the unexpected—as if that’s possible! You wish you would know everything that would happen, because it’s torture that you don’t. So many bad things could happen. Then again, so many good things can happen. But if good things are going to happen, there’s no need to worry about them, so it’s the bad things that have you tossing and turning at night.