We live deepest from the gut, not the head. The love I have for my child, the way I felt during the first dance at my wedding, the doubled-over weight I’ve held as I stared into the casket of a lost loved one, the laughter that came as I watched my niece open a gift on Christmas morning—none of that emerges from an intellectual equation I’ve solved. It comes from somewhere deeper, somewhere more instinctive, some emotional place, something like my gut.
These things are instinctive. Don't overthink.
