Love, Divination, People

Petals, hearts and strange roads
Love... you get it. This thing breaks even the toughest. Remember yourself: sitting somewhere on a windowsill, holding a poor, unsuspecting chamomile in your hand, tearing off the petals one by one – “loves...does not love... spits... kisses... drags... forgets to the bloody grandmother in the registry office.” And you sit in the smoke of thoughts, like in a bath, without brooms and without answers.

We grow up, but questions don’t disappear. It's just that the daisies change into cold screens, and the soul is still looking: "Where is he?" Where is it? Why not that one again? Life is like a quest without a map – random encounters, crooked paths, people who leave traces on their hearts and then disappear. At times like this, I found (yes, that's how you find a forgotten key in an old coat) tarot online. Not in the form of a crystal ball or a mysterious witch with an accent, but as a quiet interlocutor who does not give advice, but shows you ... you. And who you're looking for.



Who are you for love?
That's weird. We are looking for “our” person, as if he is hiding under a mat somewhere in the entrance. But love is not just a coincidence of tastes in coffee or TV shows. It's a mirror. If you are at odds with yourself, you will meet yourself, but in the guise of another person. Scary, isn't it? I once drew out a map -- Help. Simple symbol. But it hit me. As if Taro nodded and said: “Until you understand yourself, you will not find anyone.” And I'm stuck. Because the truth is like pepper in soup, you feel it right away.



Meetings are not accidental, but not guaranteed.
There is a feeling that every meeting is like a flash: blinding, and then... dark. Someone appears like a July rain - loud, wet, fast. It’s like snow in September, unexpectedly and wrongly. Why do some people stay and others don’t? Why do those who touch the heart disappear faster than the morning sleep?

Tarot does not give ready-made answers, does not point a finger. It is like a guide in the forest: it does not lead by the hand, but holds a flashlight. And if you ask a question with a soul, not with a tantrum, you get a direction. I once asked, “Why can’t we be together?” And the map is the moon. Illusion. Doubts. Fears. And yes, I get it. We were both afraid. Not each other, me. That's why we couldn't.

Search isn't always about running.
We often think that finding love means running, searching, grabbing. Tinder, dating, social media, those “hello, how are you?” – all in order to feel that you are needed. True love does not require running. It is like the sun through the curtains: softly touches, does not wake up, but warms.

When I first asked the cards, “How do I find my man?” I got the Hanged Man. A map that gives goosebumps is not about suffering, but about pause. Sometimes, to find something, you have to stop looking. Let life happen. Become a magnet, not a butterfly net.

Tarot's not magic. It's deeper.
Honestly, I used to think, "Daviding?" Really? It's all quackery. And then life turned me to the wall and said, "Now try to explain this." So I went. Not a magician. To myself. Through cards. And you know, it's not about the future. It's about you.

Cards don't guess. They tell you what they are hiding even from themselves. They're like an old grandmother -- no poukras, but with love. No screaming, no arguing. Just silently show: look, it's you. Here's your way.

Love and synchrony
You know what's interesting? Sometimes I notice strange coincidences. I asked, I got a map. I thought someone wrote. Opened my eyes, met me. It's not magic. It's synchronicity. The universe, like a good neighbor, sometimes throws you the right book, meeting, phrase. The main thing is to be able to hear. Not through noise, not through pain. Honestly.

Once I just asked the question, "What do I need to understand to be with him/her?" and pulled out the Justice card. Balance. Inside and out. Do not rush to extremes, do not dissolve, do not press. Be yourself. It sounded so simple, and to do it was the most difficult. But, man, it changed everything.

When you’re not looking, it comes.
I turned off all the messengers once. Tired. No dating, no flirting, no "how was your day?" from people who don't really care. Just silence. And in that silence, I asked Tarot, "Is there anyone for me?" and the Sun came out. I cried. Not from weakness. From what I first felt, yes. And he/she is not far away. Just while we both go to each other.

Love doesn't come to order. It is like the first warm wind in spring – unexpected, touching and completely natural. The main thing is to be alive, open and not hide behind masks, memes and fear of rejection.

And yes, even online it's possible.
You can sit in a bathrobe with a cup of coffee at 2 a.m. There's silence outside. There's anxiety inside. And it is at this moment that you can open the alignment, ask a single question and get not just an answer, but a direction. That's the magic. Not magic. It is the coincidence of moments, words, maps and sensations.

Even tarot online, if with respect, sincerity and soul, can be the first step to the person you are looking for. Or, more importantly, to yourself. Because love doesn’t begin with “who you’re going to love,” but with “who you’re going to be to be loved.”