The power of the ring
On symbols, superstitions and beliefs
I am not a very superstitious person. But yet I relate to and end up associating importance with symbols in my life. A couple of days ago I forgot to put back my wedding band on waking up. I usually take it out at night because I don’t enjoy the feeling of it on my finger when I sleep.
I resisted wearing a wedding band but finally succumbed to my wife’s request for our 25th anniversary. The last time I deliberately removed my ring except to sleep was for my bypass surgery nearly two and a half years ago.
All day long when I was out for the day I was worried about it and that it would cause something to happen because of not wearing it. The nagging inside my head wouldn’t stop.
I made sure that my wife reached her work without any incident which she did.
I drove my pet to a vet appointment and I was worried during the long drive that something would go wrong. Especially as it was raining cats and dogs during the day.
It continued to be on my mind all day long that something would further go amiss.
I made sure my wife reached home on time in the evening without an incident.
And I was worried all the way on my drive back from the vet about whether I would end up with some driving-related incident.
And yet, nothing eventually happened. Zip. Except for some bad food served at a restaurant that we went to for lunch. Random luck of the draw.
That is the power of association with symbols. The meaning we make of it in our minds. False beliefs that I know it were. But yet I couldn’t divorce myself from these thoughts. In retrospect, I am laughing aloud about it now as I write this. I am human after all.