Is it instinct or intuition?
My instincts are sometimes right. Sometimes they’re wrong, though. Instinct is fight-or-flight. For me. For me, fear is usually in the room. Fear is wrong a lot. For me. Maybe most of the time.
Intuition is something else. A slower burn. Something else is in the room. Something larger and nameless. Something that can last. Something that isn’t me. Something that’s never been wrong.