Intuition vs. Logic

Have you ever tried to think out a decision in your head? Do you go step by step and come to a "logical" conclusion which makes sense? Right, then you are one of the lucky ones! You are level headed and reasonable, and being able to make swift, sensible decisions, your friends and family rely on you for shopping excursions where lightning quick action helps choose that crepe sari as opposed to that designer silk.

There is a difference between voluntary and involuntary actions when it comes to decision making. When you go buy a chocolate, by long habit you may reach for Hershey's as opposed to Cadbury's. This isn't a decision, it's more of a habit or preference. Same goes for the sari, and other consumer stuff. On the other hand, do you take a gamble and meet up with your crazy ex-boyfriend out of just habit? Fat chance. Real live decisions involving personal and professional lives require so much thought and analysis.

That said, if life is only something like a long chess game, then all the grand masters should have perfect lives. Well, they don't. They muddle through like the best of us, trying to see through short-sighted glasses what life throws at us next.

There's a contradiction, rite? We have to be both practical as well as intuitive to deal with the vagaries of life. Not a street-smart wiseass nor a nerdy bookworm. Most of us are just made up that way, living a good life half n' half, compensating round-the-clock dreary work with a yearly trip to Hawaaii or some exotic playground.

I recently read a book by Paulo Coelho, "The Witch of Portobello". Here the protagonist has absolutely no logic in the ordinary sense and relies on intuition and the paranormal for every action in life. Finally she ends up being murdered. Coelho dances a thin line where both sides of humanity is depicted: steady, slightly drab people talk about the wild and exciting life of the protagonist in varying degrees of spite, envy, and also love. Which is the better life? No one can tell.

What would you prefer? To be swept off your feet by a tall, dark stranger or proposed to by that steady young man your Dad approves of? To be cured by a miracle or through medical treatment?

Life sure is a chancy bitch.

Bottom line: Live out your wildest dreams in a sensible fashion! :)

Here's hoping for life, love, and a fat bank balance!