Between intuition and action, I found myself entranced by the persistent voice of knowing. It’s a peculiar sensation, one that is difficult to articulate to others or even comprehend within myself. How do you explain the unexplainable? The knowing, as if a quiet whisper from the depths of the soul, guided me on a path toward compassion, meaningful change and my humanitarian work.
The first time I felt the gentle nudging of “knowing”, doubt clouded my mind. How could I be so sure? How could I justify my actions based on a feeling, an intuition that lacked tangible evidence? These questions echoed in my thoughts, but the knowing remained—an irrational certainty that demanded acknowledgment.
There’s an ethereal quality to knowing; it doesn’t manifest in tangible forms or concrete evidence. It simply is—an urging from within, a silent directive to embark on a journey, often veiled in uncertainty. As I grappled with the internal dialogue, explaining this knowing to others became a challenge. “I just know,” became my refrain, a statement.
It led me to choices and actions that, on the surface, seemed dangerous, terrifying even.
In those moments of intuitive leaps, doubt lingered like a shadow. However, with each leap, my life unfolded in ways I couldn’t have fathomed.
The knowing guided me towards actions that aligned with my soul’s purpose.
It propelled me beyond the boundaries of fear, teaching me that sometimes, the most transformative journeys begin with a single, intuitive step into the abyss. And as I look back, I realize that each leap has been a crucial thread weaving the narrative of my life.
Unfortunately, when I really need to do something, it is often considered a bit dramatic, dangerous, or crazy, so my friends and family would argue and try to convince me to let go of this insane notion. I realize that I didn’t just look stupid to them but also selfish, stubborn, or even callous. Some told me I didn’t care about their fears or concerns and took it as a sign that I didn’t care about them, which was heart-wrenching! I tried to explain why, but many people simply won’t get it, and you won’t have rebuttals to their very logical and valid concerns.
However, I have been lucky that my family has always forgiven me for following this knowing, and now they are even supportive or at least don’t try to stop me when I have it. I have lost some friends, but these have been replenished with new friends that support me in being the best version of me possible. The real gift of knowing is that it’s not subtle. It’s easy to identify the external fears that are trying to control you, and knowing’s brute force helps us stay on our path and not wander off.
Have you ever experienced this? This clash between the knowing that guides your every step and the world’s perception that labels it as dramatic or crazy? It complex! It tests not only our commitment to our intuition but also challenges the understanding of those around us.
In these moments, the knowing becomes a beacon in the storm, a force that propels us forward even when the world questions our choices. While some may not understand, the realignment of relationships becomes an essential part of the journey. It’s painful to lose connections, but it paves the way for new friendships—ones that align with the path our knowing urges us to follow.
The journey of knowing is not without its challenges, but its authenticity is a gift that reshapes our narrative. It’s a force that, once embraced, becomes a powerful guide, leading us toward a life where compassion, meaningful change, and fulfillment are not just ideals but tangible realities.