My "Intuition" says that...

Many a times, we hear people say that they have a strong feeling about some happening. Some choose to call it intuition, some call it a hunch. We choose to call it by different synonyms. Some even loosely associate that word when they suspect anything. Books on psychology say a woman's intution is strong. Commonly used word.. but what does it really mean?

When we encounter certain situations, we experience an instinctive feeling regarding it. We simply condemn a task because something tells us that there is an underlying peril. We do something, because something tells us that it is the right thing to do. When we look at a person, we feel that this is what would befall them. What is this something.. that forewarns us or instructs us to do something? Our mind is divided into three: Conscious, sub-conscious and unconscious mind. It is a known fact that one can find answer to any question, if he/she can probe his unconscious mind. Our unconscious mind knows it all. In some circumstances, the gap between the unconscious and conscious is bridged. This is why we know for certain about the immediate happening. In psychology, they call it adaptive unconsciousness.. in layman terms, we call it "Intuition". As to why the gap is bridged at that moment is still a mystery for most people.

One can ascertain that when he/she has such an instinctive feeling, they are right to feel so and follow it. One may not know to reason out his/her action... but it would turn out to bethe best thing to do at that moment. The problem lies only in differentiating our intuition with our ego. Now, that is a mammoth task.



(PS: This opinion of mine is based on inspiration from my confidant, who has an innate talent for psychological analysis, and my own little observations. If you have any objections or much more to add to this, you may do so).

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