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.
