Yet another fortune cookie. People at my workplace order Chinese with surprising frequency.
Your destiny lies before you,
choose wisely.
choose wisely.
Lucky Numbers 23, 26, 29, 33, 36, 38
A contradictory cookie? Does not the notion of “destiny” imply an inevitability due to external forces that supersedes individual choice? Or is destiny something that can slip through one’s fingers if not seized? Perhaps the annoying slacker kid from Terminator 2 was right—“There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.”
If destiny is something that I must choose, embrace, exploit; I must let go of the past. Not so easy.
I find myself a man without faith. I have lost my faith in God, my faith in myself, and my faith in others. Until I regain some of that faith, I fear that I may be blind to whatever destiny could lie before me.
You know, I was kind of wondering if YOU ate Chinese that often. I wish I could eat it more :)
Me too. Usually, my Chinese food comes in a sub-300 calorie Lean Cuisine box.
The break area is on the way to the restroom (super-hydration can be a pain sometimes), and at least once a week there is a leftover fortune cookie sitting on one of the tables, waiting to impart me with its wisdom or prognostications.