For some time now I’ve been collecting little paper slips of wisdom from fortune cookies that I get at Asian restaurants and placing them in a bowl in my living room. Some of them seem to resonate; others are random and at times baffling. But for some reason, I feel the need to keep them.
Perhaps there’s a plan stirring somewhere in in the speakeasy cellar rooms of my subconscious to one day string all the formerly sugar shell bound words together in an effort to create some sort of life map that will guide me to complete tranquility, insight and compassion. Or at least some really good dim sum.
So with that in mind, I’ve decided to share the fortunes I’ve collected so my friends can help me piece together my zen tapestry.
This first one is from Pei Wei and was added to the bowl just this week. The fortune on the front and the Chinese translation on the back struck me as interesting on both a personal level and in a broader sense considering the challenges faced by my second hometown since last week’s flooding.