A Pocketful of Elevens

“There’s wishbones and clovers and numbers from heaven, shapes in the stars to invent our connection,” sings Conan Gray in his recent release titled Eleven Eleven . “As much as I act like I want to forget it, I still wish for you at 11:11.”

The quiet hour of the year is here — when daylight fades early, and the air begins to hold its breath. Walking up the same campus lane each morning and sitting through the same lectures each week, life starts to blur into repetition, as though each day is simply a replay of the last. Every step forward feels predictable, and the thought of tomorrow offers little surprise.

So Kingos, in such stillness, why not create a little good-luck sign of your own? Like wishbones and clovers, these charms can take any shape. It could be the tabby cat that greets you now and then on your walk home, a fluffy cloud in the shape of a heart, or simply, the clock striking 11:11. Keep these small wonders close and let them remind you that perhaps, true fortune lies not only in finding such moments, but also in having something to hope for — a reason, however petty, to look forward to the future. In this sense, what we call luck may just be our way of reminding ourselves that even the most ordinary days are worth waiting for.