I have no idea where my intuition is taking me, I have no clue what path I am on and if I’m right to follow.
I feel like I’m following the colours of the rainbow, chasing the stripes, expecting to find a bowl filled with gold, that might be an illusion after all.
What if everything I am guided by are false signs, what if signs aren’t even a real thing? Is the reality I’m living in painted with colours that do not even exist? Am I reading my life as some kind of fictional narrative?
I am not sure as much as I am not sure whether I want to know what is imaginative and what is real. What is in my mind and what is actual here, right in front of me, or yet to enter…
I feel like a leaf, completely surrendered to the blowing wind. Led by a blind faith, you can call foolish of naive. Therefor holding on to gravity, believing some kind of universal, natural laws, will save me from falling back to the ground.
My intuition tells me to leave, for real this time. It’s been a fire inside which started as a candle-light but, with the passing of time, transformed into a burning flame. Now my organs are burning red, my feet incinerate. The floor I am standing on is melting away, because of the heath.
I’m anxious, because I have no idea what I’m doing. There’s a chance it’ll all be a waste of time and a waste of money too. But who that does not try will not ever know, right? The one thing I’m sure about is that I will learn, a lot. Life will teach me in a way, in a short amount of time, some lessons I will remember through my lifetime. Maybe that’ll be worth it.
I can’t believe being so blinded again, by love, by faith, by daydreams and celestial signs. I’m following the fireflies, praying for the magic to follow.
It sounds so ridiculous and not thought-through, because: it isn’t. I don’t have a solid plan or a firm reason to go there, it’s just a voice within I’m following. Is that foolish? Being guided by intuition? Having faith in fate?