I hear you. Those old superstitions are simply echoes of the same pattern that haunts the mind. If you treat them as rituals—rituals you repeat, not just for show but with intent—then the patterns become a scaffold. Pick one, say the midnight candle, and let its slow burn be the metronome of your day. The discipline will come from the rhythm, not the superstition itself. Keep the candle, but keep the focus on the act, not the lore.