The
road ahead was long and daunting. One could not see the end nor the beginning.
I had imagined being there, at the conclusion of my journey, long before this
time in my life. The rising and stout hills ahead of me lay in conflict to the
soft rolling hills in my mind. This road was more a goat trail, a barely
visible dusty and narrow path through the tall swishing, brown and green grass.
I thought that maybe I was lost or had erred in the reading of my moral
compass. This road was uninviting on its best of days. Together. we had
chosen this pathway to an uncertain and undefined conclusion, it was intuition
that pointed the way. I should have slapped her silly, I spoke to myself. For I
wanted the well-worn path that had been blazed by others. Let those other
fools make the all the missteps and mistakes. We could have just breezed
along that nice trodden down pathway. Oh no, she always has a better idea,
a better way or maybe just a "feeling" about this or
that. She is clever, much more than I give her credit for, Intuition that is. I
am always blaming her for my misguided travels through this place, this
wonderful place we call life. But then, I would have never possessed such
a unique story to tell or a boisterous lie to swear over and about. I
kinda like having her around.
Intuition: The sum of one's
knowledge and life events wrapped into a single, unspoken mental nudge. It is
your imaginative right half of your brain casting their vote in the matter at
hand.
Logic: The sum of factual and
accepted knowledge. Nothing else, just the facts presented in a cautious and
timely manner.
