Last week, or two weeks ago, there was a prompt on WP asking about our overall level of superstition. And I think, rationally, there were many responses that place a firm and unyielding belief on a human being’s total agency.
For myself, when discussing superstitions, I am a little different.
On a scale of 1 to 10, I fall into about 673,544. Yes, I am THAT superstitious.
I look into hidden signs about everything. However, I’ve lived enough life to know when something is a baseline or whether it’s an anomaly that I need to pay attention to, or if it’s an anomaly that looks like a baseline and I really need to pay attention to it.
One such instance was my silent clock that I had bought in 2021 because I developed this sudden and irrational ability to hear ticks even though I’m at a distance away. I noticed its time had been off two times prior and concluded that it needed new batteries for its movement counter.
But strangely, after I replaced the battery with a new one, the counter still wouldn’t move. I did everything I could in the next few minutes to fix the problem including uncovering the housing and lubricating all the gears.
Yet, it still wouldn’t move. It was stuck in that time.
Normally, I would have thrown the clock out. But something told me not to. I don’t know what it was but something just stopped me and made me look at it from another perspective.
From that point onwards, the clock would only show one time (and coincidentally, be right only two times a day).
But I also thought about the day that it stopped permanently – March 7, 2026.
I am now, by many metrics, living a peaceful and quiet life. I am tucked away from the struggles that many people my age often have to deal with. And while I do have to work considerably hard to maintain this life, the stability of it and my insulation from emotional stressors is something I simply cannot overstate. And I am surrounded by love, joy and affection – a stark contrast to the tumultuous winds and dark waves that comprised my daily life for most of my existence.
I thought that, if I died, this clock kept at that time at that date could possibly be some type of respawning date. Perhaps the last one I am being afforded as I may have been careless with countless other moments I may have had.
I proceeded to think about all the special moments in my life that I cherish and started to hope that maybe, just maybe, those could be restarting points when my life as I know it in this plane of existence ends.
But before I lost myself completely in that possibility, I wanted to make sure I commemorated this restarting point as I’m not sure there are any advantages, or if I’d have a desire, to restarting at another point in some vague future.
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