So last night. On the way home. At the Chinese restaurant at the shopping centre near my house, I opened a R3.80* fortune cookie and it told me: “your heart’s yearnings will come true.”
Reassurance. A small sliver of hope. Despite it being just a fortune cookie and therefore totally random and therefore totally unreliable, that cookie did just what it was supposed to do – it served as a little reminder that one day I will have what I want. One day I’ll get what will make my heart happy. And that makes all of it okay.
Hope. I’ll take it where I can get it, thanks.
*Everything in that restaurant seemed to be based on the same pricing system. ie: variations of 3,8. As in R3,80, R38,00 and R38,80. Just one of those things that caught my eye.
It’s the small things in life, like a fortune cookie, which seems to give one hope for the future. Hoping that fortune comes true for you
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That 3.8 makes an 11. which becomes a 2. betcha if you look around, you’ll find those numbers somewhere else in life.
(yell at me if you cant figure out how I did that :P) xxx
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I love fortune cookies!
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Every bit of hope floats high.
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Some days we just need a couple of small reminders!
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Don’t be coy. What IS your heart yearning for? A new aorta? A refurbished left ventricle? Don’t leave us hanging?
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