Define Instinct

Instinct:

1.  An inborn pattern of behavior that is characteristic of a species and is often a response to specific environmental stimuli: the spawning instinct in salmon; altruistic instincts in social animals. 2. A powerful motivation or impulse. 3. An innate capability or aptitude: an instinct for tact and diplomacy.


Without our senses, we would be dead.

If we couldn’t see, how would we get through life, how would we go about, walking around the world? It would be nearly impossible. Of course, there would be things like a seeing-eye dog, but who would train the dog? That would be difficult to train a dog to be a seeing-eye dog, when you’re blind yourself.

Also, might I tell you that lacking the sense of hearing would be very fatal as well? Well it is. It’s a very dependable sense because you might need to listen for noises if you’re in a place that you need to be cautious in, it’s useful. Or like, when you’re a firefighter, and you have to go into the crackling building, it’s helpful if you can hear because of the ceilings above. They might groan, and that would be a sign that you need to get out of there fast, before all collapses.

If we couldn’t taste, how will our lives differ from the usual? Maybe you won’t have favorite foods, and you’ll probably just taste something like hot mushy water. Then again, people say water doesn’t taste like anything, it actually does. So it’d just taste hot and mushy, and no one would like that.

Feeling. Sometimes, when you feel just right, it’s amazing, and it’ll brighten your mood. Possibly—this is a theory—maybe when people feel nothing, physical feeling, they’ll be crabby. I don’t have to care, do I?

The sense of smell—it’s very useful. If a fire starts, or anything. You could smell the smoke, and be alarmed. It’s a life-saving sense.

Our senses have an important part in instinct. It helps, because senses alarm you, and your instinct—or impulse—takes over and you either panic, or stay calm and try to assess the situation to stay safe and escape whatever is going on.

I depend on instinct more than luck. It’s what I have to do, anyhow. Do you think a record of more than a hundred stolen, priceless sapphires got in my vault at home just by luck? Not a chance. It’s my career, how I steal beautiful sapphires and store it away safely. Why do I do it? It’s all a matter of memory, and whoever follows after me, will get my treasures.

After me, meaning after I die. I’ll die doing what I do currently, and that’s thieving. I love the feeling—the rush of it all. I love the adrenaline rush when I have to escape right before people come to inspect, and pretend to be an expert. My life is all about instinct, and planning. When there are security guards, I have to notice them by instinct and be aware. I use my senses, of course.

I thought all about planning and instinct until I heard a small and tiny footstep echoing. It neared me, but naturally it turned the corner. I let out a silent sigh and returned my attention to what I was doing. I’d gotten past all of the security devices. Their technology was crap compared to what I can do. The lid popped open.

Great, I thought with satisfaction. The sapphire was in place tucked neatly in it’s pocket. Right where I wanted it to be. Clutching it securely with a wrench, I dropped it carefully into my pouch and sealed it. Out came a letter that I’d prepared, and back tucked into the pocket where the sapphire had previously been.

Dearest Museum Keeper, Charles, I wrote carefully. First of all, thank you for giving me the pleasure of ‘taking’ your precious jewel, and I wish you good luck on your behalf on finding me. Of course, I will not make it easy; you of all people should know. However, this short and unexpected visit was lovely, I had to be polite and leave you a note. My Best Wishes, Sapphire Thief.

I smiled. I knew where this was going—but wait, I could feel something about to happen. …What was it? I couldn’t understand the feeling, but I understood its vagueness and its importance.

As I bounded the corner and attempted to escape, my hearing senses seemed to fail this time and I ended up being cornered by a security guard who had the gun ready to fire at my forehead.

“Don’t move!” he commanded fiercely, still trying to take his aim at my forehead directly; seeming overwhelmed by the opportunity to finally capture the infamous Sapphire Thief. I supposed this was the important event that seemed to warn me earlier.

He proceeded to stare through to me behind my mask. Pfft, I thought sternly. Like he could see who I am. I chuckled, a small laugh that sounded just like a small girl’s ‘hee’. I grinned, knowing this was it. I’d be caught, but who was I to care? I’d already succeeded in my goal. Who cares if I get executed now?

“Shoot, oh-so-daring guard. I have what you’ve been guarding here,” I said, my cruel muffled voice piercing through the air. I patted my pouch that was dangling from my neck. “The sapphire is beautiful, isn’t it?” I watched him peer at my chest—of course trying to identify what really was inside the pouch.

“I said don’t move!” he growled. My smirk glowed beneath the thin black mask. I then proceeded to take the ‘necklace’ which the pouch had been attached to, and dangled it in the air. “Give me the sapphire, or I’ll blow your head off!”

“I don’t care.” Swinging the pouch in the air, pretending like I was about to fling it, I heard a gunshot. The pouch fell from my hands, and it skidded to a stop near his feet. There was a sickening, sharp pain right under my ribcage. “You—you shot me!” I managed to cough, wheezing horribly.

The guard’s eyes bulged, staring at my limp form on the ground now. Maybe, my instincts hadn’t failed me. They seemed to warn me before I realized what was about to happen. I grinned, amused by this historic event for the security guard. “Nice job…” I coughed. A tear slid from my eye due to the pain I currently withheld. “Forget about the let—”

I slipped away peacefully, without another word.