Deep inside, lives a voice that does not shout,
does not argue,
does not beg for attention,
yet it knows...
Your gut instinct is a silent guardian,
a subconscious warning bell
ringing softly before the storm arrives...
When hesitation rises,
when unease creeps into your emotions,
when doubt taps gently on the door of your mind...
pause.
If you must argue with yourself
to step forward...
if you must persuade your own conscience
to accept what your common sense quietly rejects,
then perhaps the path before you
is not meant for your feet...
The first feeling
is rarely confused... it is a compass turning toward safety...
Once you begin to second-guess...
once uncertainty settles like a shadow...
that is the signal...
Intuition stands
like a faithful sentinel... guarding you from people,
from circumstances,
from roads that do not suit your purpose...
So when your instinct whispers
no-go... do not search for arguments
to transform it into yes...
Trust the voice within...wisely choose
not to proceed.
Carl Nicolas.
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