I never have the full picture.

I never will.

Perception is limited and delayed.

Information is partial.

Reality is always more complex

than my frame of it.

Certainty doesn’t exist

in useful meaningful quantities,

only safe dosages.

So I wait.

And wait.

For proof.

For a sign.

For something that will let me feel “sure.”

Life doesn’t wait for certainty.

It lives, breathes. inhales, exhales.

Pauses, starts, speeds up, and slows down.

I think that’s why we’re given intuition.

Not as magic.

As mercy.

Intuition is the gift of clarity

in the state of incomplete.

It draws from what is here,

what we do know,

and offers a direction.

A subtle nudge.

A held breath.

A quiet no.

A surprising yes.

It’s not reckless.

It’s not random.

It’s what allows us to take action

without pretending we know everything.