Within each of us is a voice—and not always one that speaks with reason.
I’m not talking about conscience, the thing that nags at us if we’ve done
something that falls below ours or another’s standards—like when I’ve
displeased my parents in some way. Or, worse, when we’ve hurt someone else—
like the recent pain I’ve caused Tyreen.
No, the voice I’m referring to is the one that supersedes reason and rarely
eggs us on to do something against our conscience.
Gut instinct.
A wonderful thing when we listen to it...not so much when we ignore it.
Especially when ‘reason’ gets in the way.
No, let me clarify this somewhat.... I mean to say when we do something that
sort of follows reason, and in the end the pursuit of whatever we thought was a
A reasonable thing to do proves disastrous
