A coin in the street—
Heads up, I pick it up.
Tails, I walk away.
The Apartment with the Flickering Light
He never considered himself superstitious.
That was for old men in small villages, for grandmothers who whispered about bad luck with their hands in soapy dishwater, for the kind of people who knocked on wood as if it could change the course of fate.
But then, there was the light.
The flickering bulb in the entryway of his apartment, the one that always dimmed when he stepped inside. Not for anyone else. Just him.
He changed it once. Twice. Three times. Still, the same thing.
Maybe it was the wiring. Maybe it was nothing. But after a while, it stopped being just a faulty light. It became a sign.
A hesitation in his chest, a pause before unlocking the door. A quiet whisper in the back of his mind: not tonight.
The Thin Line Between Logic and Ritual
Superstition is just a habit you don’t question.
Some people check the stove three times before leaving the house.
Some people never sit at the corner of a table.
Some people whisper a wish before blowing out a candle, as if breath alone could rearrange the future.
Not because they truly believe in it. Not because they’re afraid. But because it costs nothing to obey.
The world is unpredictable. Things fall apart for no reason at all. A life can change with a missed train, an unopened email, a moment of bad timing.
So we invent rules. Small ones. Personal ones.
We step over cracks.
We hold our breath in tunnels.
We tell ourselves if the light flickers when we come home, it’s a warning.
Not because we believe.
But because it makes the chaos feel just a little more manageable.
Wabi-Sabi and the Beauty of Uncertainty
Wabi-sabi tells us to embrace imperfection, to see beauty in things that change, things that break, things that don’t last.
Maybe superstition is the same. A way of accepting that the world will never be fully under our control.
Because isn’t it a kind of faith?
- To think that a certain song playing at the right time means something.
- To believe that some places hold bad energy, even if there’s no proof.
- To let small rituals guide you, not because they’re real, but because they feel real.
Maybe it’s not about luck at all.
Maybe it’s just about paying attention.
Lessons from a Man Who Didn’t Believe in Signs
- Superstition isn’t weakness. It’s just another way of making sense of things.
- Some habits are logic. Some habits are ghosts. It’s hard to tell the difference.
- Even if you don’t believe in signs, they might still believe in you.
- The world is full of coincidences. And maybe, that’s the real magic.
The Light, the Door, the Night That Went Unchanged
One night, he came home, and the light didn’t flicker.
For the first time in months, it stayed solid. Bright. Steady.
He stood in the doorway longer than he should have, staring at it.
It was nothing. Just a bulb. Just a circuit that finally worked the way it was supposed to.
And yet—he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. That some invisible thread had been cut. That whatever force had been trying to tell him something had finally gone silent.
He stepped inside.
Nothing happened.
But for a long time, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just missed something important.
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