I waited until the clock flipped over to 11pm to ensure a clean ten minutes–nothing over or under. It felt right, the way that sometimes buying one thing vs. another feels right, or driving down a certain road, or holding someones hand feels right. Moving through life I’ve come to learn that a feeling goes a very long way. Things that used to seem mythical–intuition, gut instinct–feel rather genuine. Perhaps I’m learning to believe in the things I can’t explain.
Fact: I have no way of knowing if there is a heaven, afterlife, reincarnation, or any of that stuff. On the other hand my life is full of things that have no rational explanation but conform to the idea that something beyond standard mortality exists. For example, the other day I clearly heard a door squeak closed in my house. However, there wasn’t anyone around who could have closed a door. There are a million scientific explanations but each is as circumstantial and unprovable as heaven.
I know what I heard, just like I know what I feel from time to time. None of these things can be proven to be real, or false. All I can go on is something else that can’t be proven: instinct.