But yes, Big Bang did happen, all of us evolved from apes (I mean, how else would you explain some people), dinosaurs were cruelly killed somehow and everything in the human body is measured by percentages of elements and nothing else.
There was a time when I would invite Black Cats to cross my path, I think they ran the other way when I crossed their's. There was a time I scoffed and smirked at anyone crossing their hearts, throwing salt over their shoulder, running away from ladders, shielding themselves from eclipses or warding off the "evil eye".
That was a time when I didn't have as much vested in the world.
Recently as we, a group of moms stood talking, one of them scoffed at another about warding off the evil eye off their son. The scoffer said, 'Don't believe in that crap. That's not the way the world works.'
I am a closeted superstitious soul.
I can't risk it anymore. There was a time I invited Karma to come calling. Or spilled salt at life, broke mirrors that didn't tell me that I was the fairest and whatever else old wives fancied. That was before. Before kids. Before meeting the love of my life.
What if something happened to them because of that silly cat, or of not crossing my fingers?
'That's not the way the world works.' Perhaps. Let me also tell you how else the world does not work.
Good things doesn't always happen to good people. We have no qualms with it happening to bad people. But bad bad things happen to good people. A lot. You never see a news piece about some freak accident where the reporter comes back and says, 'Oh don't feel too bad. This guy was an a$$hole'.
Luck doesn't always turn for the hardworking. Sometimes Murphy or God or something out there just sets out to get you.
Drunks still drive. Sometimes they text while they are at it.
Wrong place, wrong time aligns more often than not.
Prayers go unanswered.
Cancers don't always go after the smokers, alcoholics, substance abusers or perpetual tanners.
The safest place is not always your home or your school or a hospital or even your place of worship.
Technology does not always enable. Those machines that are taken for granted decide to revolt when you least expect it like landing gear when you want to land a Boeing.
Irony is commonplace.
Some times some things in life can't be explained.
While everyone is doing everything the sciences tell you and still see that not everything is perfect, they create something imperfect to believe in. Its beauty is in its imperfection. You never have to explain it with calculated reason or rhyme. It just is. And just like our sciences and medical know-all, it works until it doesn't.
Yes, I will burn salt and ancho chilies to ward off the evil eye off my girls. Yes, I will cross my fingers when BK sets out to do something stupid. I will knock that wood till it breaks in two, I won't place any consecutive 6s around me. On Fridays that are also the 13th day of the month, I will put my family under house arrest.
I think part of being a partner in love, a mother, a child to wonderful parents, a sister or a friend is to constantly appreciate how blessed we get with every passing day. To treasure that constantly. To greedily want more. To ensure that nothing rocks that world but celebrations.
And to anyone who wants to mock and scoff, please pick on those beliefs that are harmful to people, to their souls. Things like having a female child is ill luck.
So in the mean while, dear Black Cat, stay out of my neighborhood.
Please tell me that I am not alone. In the comments, please tell me what superstition have you sold out for?
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