Following Animal Tracks
Haikus on Trusting One's Gut Instinct
Instinct misleads you. At least, that's what rational people like us tend to surmise.No one likes to take risks based on mere gut feelings.
However, I have come to regret not trusting my instinct - doing so has led to regret at times. But there is another question - how do we strike a balance between rational decision making and following one's intuition?
The first shout out will go to writers, who should always trust it when they write. Writing does rely heavily on following the gut to determine topics that will resonate with readers. Finally, don't be clouded by emotion - balance following instinct with some rational thought and decision making.
Instinct is like animal tracks, and following it may bring us to places we need to get to, or even get us out of trouble. Enjoy these haikus. They share what one must do to follow one's instinct in a balanced way.Do share what you've found out in the comments!
Follow creature trails
Marks ominous and unclear
Tracks reach destiny
Follow creature trials
Scale the tracks with a blindfold
Touch the clear vast sky
Trace the unclear marks
Third eye will open
Heart must be still.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Loved your poem and it is true!
Totally agree with this! Loved your poem!