Superstition isn’t a lack of logic; it’s a surplus of hope. It is the fragile architecture we build when we realize that life is a storm we cannot control, so we start bargaining with the clouds.”
– Masum Azad
We like to believe we are rational beings, navigating our lives with maps, schedules, and data. Yet, we still find ourselves hesitating at a threshold or holding our breath when a specific memory crosses our mind like a shadow. We call these superstitions, but if you look closer, they are actually anchors. To be superstitious is to admit that you are humanly small in a world that is terrifyingly large. We don’t avoid the cracks in the pavement because we truly believe our world will shatter; we do it because, in a life where the most devastating tragedies often arrive without warning, we crave a version of cause and effect that we can actually manage. It is the soul’s quiet way of saying: “I am paying attention. Please be kind.”
But the most dangerous superstitions aren’t about salt over the shoulder or the number thirteen. They are the invisible ones we carry internally, woven into the very fabric of our psyche. It is that heavy, lingering belief that if we are “too happy,” something bad must be coming to balance the scales, as if joy were a debt that the universe eventually comes to collect. It is the fear that talking about a dream will make it vanish, or the quiet, paralyzing terror that we don’t deserve the light, so we stay in the shadows to avoid being seen by fate.
Perhaps the bravest act isn’t abandoning our rituals, but acknowledging why we need them. We are poets trying to make sense of a prose world, searching for a conversation with the universe in the silence of our own rituals. We see signs because we are looking for meaning in the chaos. So, are you superstitious? Or are you just someone who knows that life is a mystery too grand to be solved by logic alone? Perhaps it is okay to carry a charm in your pocket, as long as you remember that the real magic isn’t in the object, it is in the resilience of the person holding it, standing brave against the unknown.
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