Intuition

I’ve always liked my intuition.

It’s not always right.

But it’s a good friend.

It doesn’t explain itself.

It just shows up

as a feeling.

A quiet yes.

A tightening no.

It lives somewhere

before language.

Before arguments.

Before logic starts clearing its throat.

Then it hits the brain.

And that’s where it often gets rejected.

Because the brain wants reasons.

Proof.

Something presentable.

“You can’t know that.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

Suddenly it takes confidence

to say:

This feels right.

Or worse:

This feels wrong.

Animals don’t hesitate.

They don’t calculate.

They survive on intuition

because the world is too complex

to solve first.

Maybe listening to your gut

isn’t naive at all.

Maybe it’s brave.

Because nothing hurts more

than knowing something deeply

and choosing against it anyway.

/ Simon Philip