There are always two voices in my head.
They continuously whisper their truths in a language without words.
One is the voice from below. It's the voice of my ego, of my survival self. Its truth is one of fear and worries, of guilt and shame. The voice from below keeps whispering to be cautious, that I'm not good enough, that it's not worth trying, that I don't have what it takes and will fail like I did before. Yet, the voice from below is warm and loving. It's a voice that made me feel safe and cared for.
The voice from above is entirely different. It's the voice of my intuition and my higher self. Its truth is made of dreams and crazy ideas, of possibilities and chances. The voice from above is unquiet and restless, speaks about things that don't exist yet, pushes me towards the unknown, mocks my fears, and tells me that I can do everything. The voice from above can be challenging, yet I can sense love in it. It's a voice that made me feel acknowledged and seen.
Which voice wins out?
The truth is, it depends. Sometimes the fear of the voice from below wins, leaving me clinging to the familiar. On other days, the inspiration of the voice from above compels me to take a leap of faith. Perhaps the key isn't to silence one voice or the other but to learn to listen to them both. Maybe the voice from below can offer valuable lessons, while the voice from above can keep me pushing forward. Ultimately, the choice of which voice to heed lies with me.