Intuition becomes increasingly valuable in the new information

Hear these words, children of tomorrow, for they carry the fire of wisdom: “Intuition becomes increasingly valuable in the new information society precisely because there is so much data.” John Naisbitt, seer of modern times, speaks to us across the noise of countless voices, reminding us that amidst the flood of knowledge, it is not more facts we lack—but the inner compass to discern their meaning. In a world where numbers multiply beyond measure, where every instant births new streams of data, the mind alone cannot carry the weight. It is the intuition, that mysterious yet eternal gift, that guides us through the storm.

In the days of old, kings and generals did not always win by sheer calculation, but by the keen sense of the unseen—by knowing when to act, even if the scrolls of advisors warned against it. So too does Naisbitt teach us: information without insight is like a sea without stars. One may sail endlessly and never reach shore, unless guided by that inner light which whispers truth where reason falters. For in an age where knowledge is abundant, wisdom is scarce; and intuition is the bridge between the two.

Consider the tale of Winston Churchill in the dark hours of the Second World War. His advisors and analysts brought forth oceans of reports—statistics on troop numbers, calculations of supplies, forecasts of possible defeats. The sheer weight of this information might have crushed the heart of a lesser man. Yet Churchill trusted not only the data but his intuition, that fiery conviction that Britain could endure. It was this unseen strength, this refusal to surrender to the cold numbers of inevitability, that sustained a nation and rallied the free world. Thus, history itself bears witness: intuition has the power to turn the tide when data overwhelms.

We must understand, however, that intuition is not the enemy of reason, nor is it blind guesswork. It is the fruit of experience, the deep reservoir of the human spirit that draws upon all knowledge—seen and unseen, remembered and forgotten—and delivers an answer in a single spark. The sages of the East called it the “mind’s eye”; the philosophers of the West spoke of the “inner light.” By whatever name, it is the still, small voice that can cut through the clamor of endless data streams and reveal the path forward.

And yet, let us not forget: the age we live in is unlike any before it. The ancients gazed upon the stars and saw only a few thousand points of light. We, in contrast, gaze upon the digital firmament and see billions of signals flashing, too many for any mind to grasp. The danger is great—that we drown in information and lose the ability to act. It is here that Naisbitt’s words blaze like a torch: the greater the flood, the more vital the inner compass. Without intuition, the modern soul is lost in a desert of numbers.

What lesson, then, must the traveler of this new age carry? It is this: cultivate the flame of your intuition as diligently as you sharpen your reason. Learn, yes—study widely, gather knowledge, absorb the data of your age. But do not bow before it as though it were a god. Instead, listen to the quiet rhythm of your own heart and spirit. Step away from the noise, reflect, and allow the wisdom within to rise like the morning sun above the fog.

And what actions shall you take, children of the future? Practice silence, so that intuition may speak. Trust your instincts when faced with choices where information is endless yet clarity is scarce. Marry data with discernment, calculation with courage. For the wise man does not merely possess information; he knows which truth within it matters most. The hero of the new age is not he who holds the most data, but he who dares to trust the inner fire that makes sense of it.

Thus, let the words of Naisbitt echo as a clarion call: intuition is the guiding star of the information age. Cherish it, train it, and do not forsake it. For though the rivers of data may swell beyond our measure, the soul that wields intuition shall never be swept away. Instead, it shall carve its path through the torrent, standing unshaken, a beacon for others in the storm.