We all have little superstitious things we do. If it's not believing in magic statues, it's avoiding sidewalk cracks or always putting our left shoe on first. Knock on wood. Step on a crack, break your mother's back.
The last thing we want to do is offend the gods. Hell yeah, I can't afford it, not when I'm currently feeling Karma coming full circle.
Superstition lies in the space between what we can control and what we can't. Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you'll have good luck. No one wants to pass up a chance for good luck but does saying it thirty three times really help? Is anyone really listening? And if no one's listening, why do we bother doing those strange things?
We rely on superstitions because we're smart enough to know we don't have all the answers and that life works in mysterious ways.
Don't diss the juju, from wherever it comes.
So I avoid the black lines of a zebra crossing.
I hunt down four leaf clovers.
I try to spot white butterflies.
I avoid walking under ladders.
I wonder who I've offended when I keep sneezing.
I pull at the sides of my eyes three times when it twitches,
and... I hope I die on Good Friday.
At the end of the day, when I see 11:11, I smile.
11:11, I believe. 11:11, I hope.
11:11, smile when you see it, someone's thinking of you.
That's what they say at least. (:
you know you LOVE me (:
XOXO
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Monday, April 27, 2009
superstitions.
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