When I think, I sink deep within the heart of my heart and awaken my spirit.The small voice comes creeping into my ears from within. Telling me what to do, how to react or what to expect. Sometimes I take chances but other times I obey the voice and my obedience always work for my good.
To me, instincts are more than just an innate pattern. It is my silent and unconscious conversation with my spirit. I trust my instincts because they rarely fail me. But sometimes when my mind is crowded with fears, they fail me big time because in fear I can’t think straight and the voices get mixed up.