This is going to be a rather strange topic. You might have inside jokes with your friends, or think about odd little things that have meaning to nobody else but you. You might be walking on the road and pick up an ordinary object like a dime that’s been bent at almost a 90-degree angle, and you keep it as a type of lucky charm.
We as people are made up of so many tiny things that make us who we are: the way we think, our inside jokes, the items that we consider “sacred,” the recurring daydreams we have… all of those things are part of what I call an “inner mythology” – basically the universe of our own mind. My inner universe is full of numbers; for some reason, certain numbers have a lot of significance to me. I don’t know if you’d call that being superstitious or not, but it’s part of what I believe. Certain numbers have “good” connotations and some are more negative.
Words have significance, too. I don’t know if you associate certain words with certain people or certain events in your life, or if perhaps you personify words. Maybe I’m just odd when it comes to that, but it’s something I think of often. I like to play with words, make anagrams out of them, see what they say when they’re spelled backwards, etc.
In my inner universe, I don’t believe in coincidences. Every event, no matter how small, has significance. To me, if something coincidental happens, it wasn’t a coincidence; it meant something, even if I will never figure out what the meaning was. It’s fun to think about what the meaning might be. It’s fun to try and find patterns in your life and fit them together.
Or maybe this is all just very strange and I’m the only one who thinks like this. Either way, it’s interesting… something to think about.