Home #2: Simply Superstitious
You must be on the sunny Corfu by now, while here the weather is boring. It has been grey and raining so you are certainly not missing the Dutch summer weeks or anything. Your last letter was a ray of sunshine. I love that you love Rome. It is a city that has so much history an so much romance. People always say that Paris is the city of love, but I think it is in Italy. Rome, Verona or Venice are my guesses.
I really liked your story about the Trevi fountain where you threw the coins over your shoulder and you would find love. I don’t think it is stupid superstition really. I’ve believed in things like that my entire life. When I was 12 I only wore one particular necklace because I believed it to give me luck. The same thing with a couple of small stones I had in my pocket at all times. If I didn’t have them with me, terrible things would happen.
Superstition has been something that has existed all through history. It has been a way to explain the things we couldn’t understand. It was our way of connecting consequences to causes. Like when we would see a black cat and something bad would happen a few times after that, we started to think that the black cat was the cause of the bad luck. Nowadays we could say we are less superstitious and we know the facts and rules of our world. But in the middle ages they thought they had all the answers too through God. Now we laugh at them for being so superstitious. In a way I think you could say our science is just something we believe in, like a religion. We think it is the truth and that is gives us proof of how the world works, but how can we be certain?
I don’t think superstition is a bad thing though. I think it can help people believe. Like throwing coins over your shoulder could help you believe that love is coming and make you more open for the opportunities that present themselves to you. I also think it can give people more confidence in themselves. I had a feeling that with those stones in my pocket I might just be lucky enough to know the answers on a test. Without them I would be a nervous wreck, which wouldn’t be too good for my concentration or my answers in the end. So the stones gave me just enough confidence to make me think I could do it. It still helps me when my grandmother burns a candle for me during a test, even though I know it doesn’t provide any literal answers or anything. But with the state of mind maybe superstition even works a little. Just don’t let everything depend on it.
So really the only question I have left to ask is: did it work? Have you met the love of your life yet, somewhere along the coast of Greece? I’ll be waiting to hear your answer to that!