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In a time when algorithms seem to know our fears better than we do, there’s a strange rise in rituals dressed as solutions: bury your keychain in a bowl of salt overnight, and — just like that — your problems will dissolve.

Scroll a few seconds, and you’ll see it repeated again: salt in corners, under pillows, behind doors. No context, no history. Just a strange promise wrapped in soothing music and sparkly fonts.

But let me be honest: we don’t need to believe in this.

I am a faithful person. I believe in God, in prayer, in grace. But I do not believe that the universe works like a vending machine — insert salt, extract miracles. Life doesn’t bend to shortcuts, and healing is not something you sprinkle into a bowl.

Often, these videos are sent to me by friends and family — people I love, people who truly wish me well. I don’t argue with them. I appreciate their kind intentions. But the truth is, we need to stop somewhere. These habits may seem harmless, but they distract us from deeper reflection, from honest effort, from the hard beauty of inner work.

There is beauty in rituals, yes — but not when they are hollow imitations, sold to soothe anxiety without ever asking why the anxiety exists.

Salt may purify food. But it doesn’t purify your past.

Faith is not superstition. And I’d rather sit in silence with my questions than pretend a pinch of salt has the answers.