Am I superstitious? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. It depends on the situation. If something seems obviously untrue, I don’t believe it. But there are moments when a small part of me hesitates, wondering, what if?
I like to think of myself as logical. If someone tells me a black cat crossing my path will bring bad luck, I don’t change my direction. If I break a mirror, I don’t panic about seven years of misfortune. But then there are moments when uncertainty creeps in. If something important is about to happen, I hope for the best, and deep down, I want to believe that small actions—like saying a quick prayer or thinking positive thoughts—can help things go in my favor.
It’s not about believing in bad omens. I don’t let fear control my decisions. But I do get nervous before big moments—important meetings, medical tests, flights, or anything involving my family’s well-being. In those times, I pray. Not because I think some unseen force will punish me otherwise, but because I want to invite good energy into my life.
Some people follow traditions without questioning them. They avoid walking under ladders, knock on wood, or refuse to open umbrellas indoors. I don’t follow these blindly, but I understand why people do. Superstitions come from a place of wanting to feel safe, to have a sense of control in a world that is often unpredictable.
For me, it’s not about rituals or old beliefs—it’s about hope. I don’t live in fear of bad luck, but I do believe in the power of positivity. When something matters to me, I pray for good outcomes, not because I believe in magic, but because it gives me peace of mind. Maybe that makes me a little superstitious, or maybe it just means I care deeply about the things that truly matter.
How about you? Are you superstitious?
