Fi....It's so hard to describe for other people at times, and especially what it means to me.
I guess it's the fire in ma belly. It's what keeps me going long after I should have given up. It can be a curse, and it can be a blessing. It's what makes me uncomprimising to the point of being a brick wall. It's what makes me all gooey and soft for those that I love.
It's like liquid mercury....a burning sun...the warm sea, ever changable and hard to grasp.
It's like an impressionist painting, the colour and form make a hazy picture. I can't always put into language what it is I feel, it's a little too intense at times.
What this means to me, I have no idea. It just is. I can't shut it off, I'm not sure I would if I had the option to be honest. If you can't feel pain, how do you know you are still alive? If you don't feel happiness, what motivates you in the dark times.
Some times I think there is disrespect for Fi, because in some ways it comes across as a primal, and viseral function, which is about lack of control...but I wish I could remember the quote, I think made by George Washington, about the sons of farmers becoming peots. Hunters and gathers, even nation builders and pioneers didn't have the time to sit down and write poetry....it's only when society is in place, and infrastructure is firmly established, do the artists, and the writers etc have a secure place in society, that is when society is evolved enough to support such endevours. I'm noting these pursuits aren't solely the domain of Fi users, but we are drawn to them.