It has been a while. Too much and too little has happened, these past two months. Sudden highs followed by depressive lows and vice versa.
Intuition is funny.
On a primal basis, it is an incredible mechanism that we freely fashion to our specifications. Over the years, evolution helped us chisel away at this raw block of intuition and prepare it to take many forms. Some use it as a weapon, to others it is a coat of armor. And of course, there are those who prefer not to let it take any shape, let it remain raw with potential. My intuition, I believe has the shape of a cannon. Heavy, blundering, prone to rust if not used regularly and maintained, and is equipped with unfortunate tendencies to jam when required. But, if used correctly, has a devastating effect in your favor. [I wanted to include cannon misfiring as well but a quick google search led me down a not-so PG route; look it up]
Follow your instinct.
I learnt recently that the most important thing about intuition is not its effect, but the inherent value it carries. It is nature's most impressive response to external stimuli.
Trust your gut.
Two months ago, I decided to ignore this gut feeling. That decision was very costly. Very painful. I felt as though I had been emulating Sisyphus. Destined to struggle under the weight of my miseries, only to find no respite at the end.
I did learn however, that every decision in life brings pain. Your salvation lies in how you temper that suffering.
I will be back.
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