I feel like I've known that my whole life. I've felt it. That's what my life has always been about- due to unfortunate situations in my life that I've fixated upon, my unconscious has developed in a negative fashion. Meanwhile, it's drowning in itself, but crying out for help. My consciousness has always been trying to save my unconscious, but only my unconscious knows the answers and it's choking so sometimes I can't hear the answers of how to save it. But sometimes I can. That's how I explain my intuition. Sometimes I just know that a certain opportunity is meant for me, for me to evolve in some way, learn something, that furthers the integration of conscious and unconscious. Though most of the time I am anxious and unsure, I have moments of mind-blowing clarity and I just... know.
And here I am.. in Paris now, chasing this feeling, chasing what it was that my unconscious sputtered through the rip tide. Closer to realizing that my consciousness can't save my unconscious, and it's up to my unconscious to adjust itself parallel to shore and swim, instead of struggling against the current. One day I'll be able to, and then both will be aligned.
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