It seems so strange how certain superstitions have become so ingrained in the human psyche of modern day society. For example, take the old rhyme about Magpies (or Crows if you're American). Now I don't claim to be superstitious at all, and yet for some reason, whenever I see a single, solitary magpie (sorrow), I search erratically for a second (joy) so that I can continue the day without the nagging feeling of bad luck coming my way.
But as a wise, animated Turtle once said, "We often meet our destiny on the path we take to avoid it." In this circumstance, I would say that any bad luck we meet on that day is purely coincidental or in fact produced psychosematically by our sub-conscious because of our experience with the bird(s) and thus we attribute any "sorrow" to this. I have always strongly believed that this kind of superstition is unhealthy as there is no logical or rational reason as to why seeing birds should affect the outcome of our mood...unless of course they choose to defecate, in which case I certainly can't see silver or gold (5 & 6 respectively) as a product of this.
But it is very much a part of human nature to want to view luck as a mystical force, affected by birds, black cats and umbrellas and the strong desire to know exactly what lies in store for them, even if they don't realise that they are in control of their own fate and more often than not end up forging it for themselves.
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