When we snap that golden crescent in two, and the small, portending strip of white paper crinkles and unfolds, a plethora of expressions manifest- at times, the warm smile spreads and lights our eyes, or the furrowed brow of quizzicality, or, most often, the classic incredulity. But when a delicious cookie combines with a brief glimpse into the distant future, how can you go wrong? Everyone always leaves room for a fortune cookie, even non-believers, because we think “What can it hurt?” If we receive a bad fortune, we can write it off as pure poppycock, a rigged scheme to give us all some entertainment. On that same token, when we receive a good fortune, we try to interpret it into the framework of our lives, mashing it like a square peg knocks against a round hole. And then proceed to play all those Lucky Numbers in the state lottery. Who knew your life can be dictated by the wisdom of fortune cookies? Each time I open these baked oracles, I can just hear a tiny, gray-haired Asian sage (lets call him Confucius) narrating. Here’s some of the good fortune heralded to me, via take-out fortune cookies and Dove dark chocolate candy wrappers:
“Wait! Don’t scrap the past, when something can still be salvaged!”
Interpretation: Go ahead! Text him! I mean, you sound like a babbling idiot, but the fortune cookie says a scrap of hope remains!
“Your mind will be open to information from many different sources.”
Interpretation: STUDY FOR FINALS
“Be free. Be happy. Be You.”
Interpretation: Rediscover yourself over winter break, you deserve it.
Who knew your life can be dictated by the wisdom of fortune cookies? Am I foolish for even contemplating the validity of soothsaying? Does it matter? That cookie made me stop and think, reminding me of the timeless philosophical debate- do we choose our own destiny via free will, or are we on a pre-determined path? Riddle me that, Fortune Cookie. Tarot cards, ouija boards, crystal balls- we all try to get a leg up on the future, but, do we really want to know? I’ve come to realize that half the fun of reaching your destination is getting there. Cheesy? Maybe. Unscripted, uncommon, unforgettable? Without a doubt.
So I pocket these little pieces of fortune, in the hopes that, someday, all the pieces will comprise the big picture.
Stay Classy,
Jocund Jacqueline
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