On Living by Intuition: Walking the Edge of the Known
“There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.” – Rumi
In a world built on data, forecasts, and five-year plans, I’ve come to trust something far less visible: intuition. That quiet nudge. The sensation in your chest before a big decision. The “no” you feel before you can explain why.
For most of my life, I lived in my head. Strategic. Thoughtful. Analytical. That served me in business and even in art. But healing—the real kind—didn’t come through logic. It came when I learned to listen to the part of me that knew before I did.
We call it instinct, intuition, sixth sense. These words blur at the edges, and maybe that’s the point. They’re not meant to be defined but felt. Felt in the body, in the dance, in the pause before action.
Beyond Logic: How Instinct, Intuition, and the Sixth Sense Guide Us
Instinct. Intuition. Sixth sense. Different names, different textures, but all pointing toward a way of knowing that bypasses logic.
Instinct is primal—hardwired into us. The kind of knowing that makes your body tense before your mind catches up. The fight-or-flight surge when danger enters the room. It belongs to every creature on earth, ancient and universal.
Intuition feels more layered. It’s not a reflex—it’s a whisper. A knowing shaped by experience, by pattern, by the way we’ve watched and felt and absorbed life without needing to spell it out. You feel it when you meet someone and sense something’s off, even if you can’t say why. A soft, internal tug toward yes—or away from no—without a spreadsheet to prove it.
Then there’s what we sometimes call the sixth sense. A wider field. A sudden jolt of knowing that a loved one is in pain across the world, or a quiet certainty that you’re not alone when no one else is in the room. Some call it mystical, psychic. I don’t try to name it too tightly. It’s enough to feel it.
These ways of knowing often blur together. They live in the same neighborhood of the body. They bypass the rational mind, slipping in through the back door when we’re not overthinking. In my experience, they aren’t separate so much as they’re different expressions of the same inner compass.
And honestly, sometimes I use the terms interchangeably—not to be imprecise, but because this knowing isn’t about precision. It’s about feeling your way through the dark and realizing your hands already remember the shape of the room.