Csillagszem Tarot – the end of the journey
The adventure is over. It is quiet now. I was walking on the path of the Fool: I stepped towards the trials of human existence with naive enthusiasm. Somewhere along the way, optimism disappeared; the goal became terribly blurred, sometimes unreachably distant, and the laws of physics eventually won over me. The past year tested my determination, my faith, and even my principles to the limit. No one could ease my pain, because nobody felt the weight — or saw the sacrifice my mission demanded. Life forced me to believe in myself. In broad strokes, these were the settings of the deck's birth. Its very existence is a miracle. Whether it will be popular or not, it means a lot to me. Each card carries the time I didn’t spend with my daughter, my love, my dog. Every meeting I cancelled. Every sunny day I missed. Every aching neck and back moment. Every fear that all of this might be in vain, and that I was only risking our survival. No one forced me to do it. At the time, this was the on...
