Superstition and how it holds us back

How do myths and unsupported beliefs begin? Well, I don't know. But I will take a wild guess. Chance and coincidences.

Among the Meru people, if you are walking on a road and see a black animal cross ahead of you, you need to turn back and use another route. Or if it's raining and you go out in red clothing, you will be struck by lightning.

Oh yes, go back now before you die

So, how did my community come up with these superstitions? I don't know. I have a hunch. One day, someone walked out in red clothes during a thunderstorm and they were struck by lightning. The following day, someone else wanted to go out. The village elders warned him not to go out in red attire during a thunderstorm. Well, he did not listen, and unfortunately, was also struck by lightning.

And thus grew the superstition. This is the same with most of our beliefs. They make sense to us because we have believed them for so long. Some seem natural. We have always known them. Our parents always shared some of them with us. Like the fact that money is evil; that you have to finish university to be successful.

So to progress, we need to break the chains of our undue beliefs. We need to face them and then go beyond them. Beyond them, perhaps we will discover a land of great promise, a land beyond our fears.

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