On the way home, I used a different route than normal.
As I was walking down this road, I sneezed and coughed at the same time which attracted the attention of a man walking beside me. He said "Bless you!" and I thanked him. He wished me luck for the rest of the week and the rest of my life. I wished him the same. He then told me that he finds it lucky when a woman sneezes at him or near him. He said he was on his way to meet someone about a car deal and he was taking my sneeze as a positive sign that the deal was going to go well. He said he's observed that if a man sneezes near him, it means whatever he's embarking on is not going to work out or his day is not going to go well.
My friend said he's had that belief since he lived in Jamaica and it always works for him. He said there were people in Jamaica who believed if a black cat crossed your path it was unlucky unless it was on a particular side of the road. I told him that certain cultures have that belief. I said when I lived in Africa, some people attributed black cats with witchcraft.
I wished my friend well in his business deal. He wanted me to have his number, just in case I ever needed to speak to him but I said that if God wills it, we might meet again. (I've lost count of how many times I've fobbed guys off with that line). Hehe!
Later, I got thinking about the evolution of beliefs and how we ascribe meanings to things that have no meanings. These meanings become our beliefs and create our realities.
The first time I ever fell in love, I was eight years old; and the object of my affection was our neighbour's black cat. I was warned not to play with the cat or associate with the cat's owner because of my family's belief in black cats and witchcraft. Instead of following my family's belief, I decided to follow my heart instead. The cat and I started this clandestine affair. Each time we met, I would share my food with the cat. We even ate off my plate. My friend introduced me to his owner, who was a really nice woman. Eventually, my family came to accept our neighbour and her cat and we all became friends. I was devastated when we moved away.
I have this ritual I practise. When I'm trying to remember something or figure out how to do something, all I have to do is massage my forehead and I remember or know how. I've done it so many times that it's become a habit. Some might call it superstitious, but it works for me.
The bottom line is that it is all nothing. So if you choose to make something out of nothing and believe in it, I say good luck to you!
Related articles: The Right to Express Our Beliefs; The Characters in the Dream Do Not Exist; On Being a Search Engine; Just Believe in Yourself!; I Don't Believe You!; Unconditional Belief; Rubbing My Forehead; Does Luck Really Exist?; Life is What You Make It; It's All Fiction!; Creation is Making Something Out of Nothing; Why I Believe in Belief