"Journey of an INFJ"
To an INFJ, the journey has no beginning and, therefore, no ending. But much time and energy are spent examining the journey - to the point where one can get lost in the myriad of encounters, thinking of the significance of each event, the message each person brings who crosses our paths: Did we get 'the message'? Was it the 'right' message? Did we say the 'right' things? Deliver the message we were to give at that particular time? Did we monopolize the conversation? 'Go on' too long? Were we forceful enough? Too forceful? Hurt someone's feelings? But I digress.... Where was I? Oh, yes - the journey!
"The Journey" is not always fully embraced by an INFJ. Theoretically, they find life exciting, pondering all its possibilities - mentally playing out anticipated situations with alternating consequences and outcomes, each vividly viewed in the home theatre of the mind. But when the time comes to actually live, the INFJ finds each event fraught with hidden dangers. Anticipated excitement can turn into anxiousness, for one knows that the other shoe WILL fall. INFJs spend their lives waiting for the inevitable THUD.
It is unsettling to have "intuition" - insights, answers that come out of nowhere. For we know that one day, someone will discover what we've known all along - that we are a fraud. We have no idea where these insights, those moments of clarity, come from. We just KNOW - it isn't from us.
To see with blinded eyes
Embrace the Shadow
I stare at you across a chasm
I watch while you chisel, ever chipping away
I see you--sculpting a form: you're smiling
You–with your annoying ways
Before us lies one narrow, untrodden path