I see a lot of things in metaphor and/or analogy.
In a world that often makes no sense, I will walk into the fire...not afraid to share my opinion, but often will be my own worst critic when I do.
My husband, Dave, is my opposite, my shadow personality. He doesn't overthink (like me)...but takes action. In my eyes, he is heroic. He, too, is a protector. When we hear the coyote at night...he will just go out and shoot into the air ~~ scattering them from our farm.
The other morning, as I was getting ready for the day ahead, I heard the crows call. This is
always an ominous sound to me. There is a good reason a group of crows is called a
"Murder of Crows". I watched where they flew...to the side of the road between our farm &
the next. I assumed they had found a carcass to pick at. My disdain was obvious as I made
sure to go that way to work. I promised myself I could even take on crows...fighting back
their selfish greed. Metaphor. Analogy. Thus is the world of an INFJ. If I can't wrap my
mind around how exactly we fix the greater good, let me take off after the crows. I may
just learn a lesson along the way.
Moral of the story...do not let coyote or crows intimidate you.
