I live in an era where you can
wash your hands and make them germ free without any soap and water; that when
you clap your hands one time you can turn on the light in your room and when
you clap it two times you can flush your toilet.
When I have kids I want them to
be an astronaut where they can literally put their footsteps on the moon and to
find every reasonable explanation what is going on in places other than the
earth, I want them to be a doctor where they can provide scientific solution
for every human body condition even when they’re spitting nails. I always want
scientific explanation for everything –even just a boyfriend coming late;
scientific explanation is still required–
But somehow; somewhat; sometimes
I am superstitious.
It’s hard to not think that superstition
things are exist when you live in a tradition where I come from. We count birth
date of a couple who wants to get married to determine their wedding date. My
grandmother burned my favorite blue jean to repel bad luck because that jean
was the one I wore when I fell from my motorbike which causes a small tiny
little injury on my left ankle. When there is any eyelash falling out we
consider it as someone out there is missing us then I would pick them and put
it on my hair so the person who misses me will miss me eternally.
Just a couple of weeks ago I found
out that my best friend’s mom was diagnosed for a pancreas tumor. The night
before she had her surgery I dreamt that I lost one of my front teeth in which
it would be interpreted as the dreamer will face someone’s death. And I swear
it felt so real. I got freak out and called my boyfriend which he didn’t pick
up; I texted my friend which he didn’t text me back; I called my sister and she
also didn’t pick up the phone. I got scared even more. But it was nothing, not
even a hint. Because I forgot the fact that I called and texted them on 3 AM in
the morning and it was a weekday..ha..ha..
So everybody is fine, my mom and dad
are fine, my sister is fine, people that I care are fine, the surgery went
well. Thank God. And hopefully the surgery will do just fine for her.
I haven’t said a lot of prayer
lately. Which I know that will always be the reason I’m having the irrational thought.
I got scared of tiny little unimportant things, because I don’t have a strong
enough barrier for my faith. That I would easily sweep by my own thought which
most of the time I found that I always have a bizarre way of thinking.
Don’t ignore them too selfishly. Just
use them as a warning for the path you will choose. But have faith that He’s up
there watching and never sleeps. Besides that, we have to admit that it always
fun to say “It’s a sign!” isn’t it?
