I believe it's your seventh sense, yes you read it right "seventh sense" when all six senses work together simultaneously it forges into a seventh sense.
The seventh sense is led by your heart's desire. Case in point; a local designer known through a close contact use to accommodate me for exquisite pieces on installments, my desire of wearing designer apparel was no longer a dream until my career path took an unexpected turn that consummated in a job with this very person but it turned out that I was working for a redundant version of myself, knowing the fact that I tend to be intolerable for others she became the same for me and I reversed gears back to my original path, however not realizing that I had bumped into her ego while reversing and now exquisite designer pieces may cost me a hefty amount of funds inclusive of a complimentary bag of chaos. Of course I still plan on adding that shirt to my wardrobe even if I have to snip her tag off; as my gut instinct is screaming at the top of its lungs, "you do not pay twenty three thousand to satisfy a hungry ego!”
Over the last three years I have exuberantly worked to fit myself into boutique apparel however every now and then two of my heart's desires end up in war on the battle field; Levis skinny jeans or Espresso chicken strips and of course the stimulation between the brain and the heart starts to hit 100 mph but knowing me my heart just pumps it up to 200 mph and wins the battle hands down. And although I haven't been on the treadmill since last week, my colleague's "do you really need to" look nor my seventh sense could avert my attempt at a second serving of buttered popcorn as my emotional addiction conquers all.
This war amongst my brain and heart is as worse than the Hundred Years War and has never intended of coming to peace yet I am always on the sideline cheering for my brain and secretly hoping the heart wins, this morning is such a case in point when I had decided to skip breakfast due to the lack of time however the reminder going off in my brain made sure I still had a hot organic lemonade my early morning health drink which mentally assures me of my assumed weight loss....which at this point gives me the satisfaction of listening to my heart and makes me wonder where could I satisfy my current desire of blueberry frozen yogurt......
This is a never ending war which we witness every day, some are strong survivors, some are weak warriors but when it comes to love even the strongest tend to collapse at the instance of a glance......
Your gut instinct tells you right at the beginning whether to make that call or not, yet your heart woos you into giving life another chance which is basically underlying hope of not getting hurt this time...And when you hang up the phone seven months later you curse the day you gave life the benefit of the doubt and denied your seventh sense....the seventh sense in my books is God's nudge....which I should have accepted instead of minimizing the window......
But that's not always the case with normal human creatures that carry narcissism as a shield and egotism as their first aid kit. My unfortunately damaged skill of putting myself before other creatures has bruised my back to the extent that now I walk with a clotted hump....hopefully that will make the pain more bearable. The human creature is a complex mechanism once programmed a certain way refuses to accept different programming. Eccentrically an odd majority of these creatures are programmed a certain way who reject input from creatures which may be programmed another way.
My programming is wired from the heart leading to the dreams department and directly switches on the hope button, but according to the mass programming I need to be re-wired hence my back has been tampered with sharp objects numerously as an attempt to "re-wiring". But the safety lock has never let any one through; of course the wires do get jerked every now and then due to the tampering my brain requires a jump-start every now and then, before it gets back into gear.
A magnificent piece of engineering would be the opposite sex, yes both made of different ingredients opting for different motives is life. Another such character walked into my office the other day so subtly brutal that I could not even feel that I was being objectified by this sweet looking old man, my colleague who carries an extra bag of gut instincts had gone red with her nose about to explode in fury and I watched as usual thinking, shall I protest every time or just come to peace; smile and walk away as usual.....
Each morning after kissing my dad good bye, I start the car with a solitary mind, my own dreams, my hopes, my own morals and my own virtues....place them all in my gut instinct and drive towards a new battle field. Life has taught me that nature intended for man to be an animal, but God intended civilization.....civilization has crafted itself yet gone back to the basics in an uncanny way....every creature is an animal in disguise, every human is prey waiting to be swallowed by the vultures.
Despite the segregation amongst the humans and creatures, we all have one thing in common "the seventh sense".
The seventh sense is led by your heart's desire. Case in point; a local designer known through a close contact use to accommodate me for exquisite pieces on installments, my desire of wearing designer apparel was no longer a dream until my career path took an unexpected turn that consummated in a job with this very person but it turned out that I was working for a redundant version of myself, knowing the fact that I tend to be intolerable for others she became the same for me and I reversed gears back to my original path, however not realizing that I had bumped into her ego while reversing and now exquisite designer pieces may cost me a hefty amount of funds inclusive of a complimentary bag of chaos. Of course I still plan on adding that shirt to my wardrobe even if I have to snip her tag off; as my gut instinct is screaming at the top of its lungs, "you do not pay twenty three thousand to satisfy a hungry ego!”
Over the last three years I have exuberantly worked to fit myself into boutique apparel however every now and then two of my heart's desires end up in war on the battle field; Levis skinny jeans or Espresso chicken strips and of course the stimulation between the brain and the heart starts to hit 100 mph but knowing me my heart just pumps it up to 200 mph and wins the battle hands down. And although I haven't been on the treadmill since last week, my colleague's "do you really need to" look nor my seventh sense could avert my attempt at a second serving of buttered popcorn as my emotional addiction conquers all.
This war amongst my brain and heart is as worse than the Hundred Years War and has never intended of coming to peace yet I am always on the sideline cheering for my brain and secretly hoping the heart wins, this morning is such a case in point when I had decided to skip breakfast due to the lack of time however the reminder going off in my brain made sure I still had a hot organic lemonade my early morning health drink which mentally assures me of my assumed weight loss....which at this point gives me the satisfaction of listening to my heart and makes me wonder where could I satisfy my current desire of blueberry frozen yogurt......
This is a never ending war which we witness every day, some are strong survivors, some are weak warriors but when it comes to love even the strongest tend to collapse at the instance of a glance......
Your gut instinct tells you right at the beginning whether to make that call or not, yet your heart woos you into giving life another chance which is basically underlying hope of not getting hurt this time...And when you hang up the phone seven months later you curse the day you gave life the benefit of the doubt and denied your seventh sense....the seventh sense in my books is God's nudge....which I should have accepted instead of minimizing the window......
But that's not always the case with normal human creatures that carry narcissism as a shield and egotism as their first aid kit. My unfortunately damaged skill of putting myself before other creatures has bruised my back to the extent that now I walk with a clotted hump....hopefully that will make the pain more bearable. The human creature is a complex mechanism once programmed a certain way refuses to accept different programming. Eccentrically an odd majority of these creatures are programmed a certain way who reject input from creatures which may be programmed another way.
My programming is wired from the heart leading to the dreams department and directly switches on the hope button, but according to the mass programming I need to be re-wired hence my back has been tampered with sharp objects numerously as an attempt to "re-wiring". But the safety lock has never let any one through; of course the wires do get jerked every now and then due to the tampering my brain requires a jump-start every now and then, before it gets back into gear.
A magnificent piece of engineering would be the opposite sex, yes both made of different ingredients opting for different motives is life. Another such character walked into my office the other day so subtly brutal that I could not even feel that I was being objectified by this sweet looking old man, my colleague who carries an extra bag of gut instincts had gone red with her nose about to explode in fury and I watched as usual thinking, shall I protest every time or just come to peace; smile and walk away as usual.....
Each morning after kissing my dad good bye, I start the car with a solitary mind, my own dreams, my hopes, my own morals and my own virtues....place them all in my gut instinct and drive towards a new battle field. Life has taught me that nature intended for man to be an animal, but God intended civilization.....civilization has crafted itself yet gone back to the basics in an uncanny way....every creature is an animal in disguise, every human is prey waiting to be swallowed by the vultures.
Despite the segregation amongst the humans and creatures, we all have one thing in common "the seventh sense".
