THE UNIVERSE AND TRAVEL LUCK
I confess to my mother that I’m nervous about my upcoming trip to Laos and Indonesia.
She points out that my travel luck to date has been better than average.
“Sooner or later,” she reasons, “your luck is going to run out.” Thanks for the encouragement, Mom.
With travel comes risk. But my rational self knows that The Universe is not tracking my travel luck to date and determining that I’m overdue for a mishap or two. You can roll the dice even 20 times in a row and you’re chance of rolling even the 21st time is still 50/50. The stars do not keep score.
Traveling well (without incident) is a skill. If anything, my history of successful travel should be a good predictor of successful future travel.
Yet I can’t shake this nagging feeling – not of doom, exactly – that’s too powerful of a word – but of apprehension.
Maybe it’s because my cat was recently ill, and I thought I might have to cancel my trip. He recovered quickly.
Or perhaps I’m nervous because a few weeks ago civilian protestors closed the Bangkok International Airport (Suvarnabhumi) for a week, leaving hundreds of thousands travelers stranded. I have six flights booked in and out of Suvarnabhumi: it’s my Southeast Asia base of operations. It closing again would be a Bad Thing.
“There are worse places to be stranded than Bangkok,” I had said to my mother at the time. But then the protests ended and the airport reopened in time for my vacation (thank you, protesters).
Should I take these near-incidents as a sign that my travel luck has turned bad? Or is the fact that the situations self-corrected proof that travel luck is on my side?
I know the answer. The answer is: I should stop being so damn superstitious and act like the sensible person I like to think I am.
Yet the foreboding remains…