i grew up with two opposing views on superstition. my mother didn't bat an eyelid to spilling salt or opening an umbrella indoors, apart from the mess and the obvious safety aspects. my father however, still yells at me for putting new shoes on the table and will not cross anyone on the stairs.
me?
i deny that i am superstitious. yet, when i see one magpie, i can't help think it's an unlucky omen.every day when i walk a certain way home from school, there is always, without any shadow of a doubt, a single magpie; every time at 3:30pm it sits on that same patch of grass. i've seen it so many times, it almost seems unlucky when it's not there.
the only time when superstition has really stood out is when

so,
maybe there is an element of truth in superstition. maybe there are coincidences, or situations where superstition is more fact than fiction. maybe it's simply chance. maybe it's good for bad.once a very wise man said:
'for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction'
that man was Issac Newton. i try to be a realist, and accept that this statement not only applies to the laws of physics, but applies to the laws of life. just like karma. however, i am too hopeful to be crushed by realism. realists are expected to be somewhat miserable. when i get miserable, i escape into a world of dreams. that's the opposite of a realist. i prefer the words of Walt Whitman, Whitney Huston, John Green, Celine Dion, Nirvana and Elvis! these gorgeously talented artists, who don't need scientific equations to make the world go round, just pure, raw, passion.- guilty snacks today: pizza&ice-cream&skittles - oops!
- weight gain/loss: +- 0lbs
ps. i went running today! along with a very long walk. i must thank you all again for all of your encouragement. i'm going to buy a workout video next week and i'm borrowing some fitness equipment. i guess i just have to watch what i'm eating now!
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