Fortunes are funny.
One day the smallest things mean everything…and another day the big things seem quite small and insignificant. There are days when I look around at all the things I have and I ask myself what do they even matter? What does the couch matter?? What is important? Is it the organization of the shoes by the door? Is it the thoughts that I think? In the end, you can’t take anything with you, but you can leave things behind. How should they be left?
Can people feel thoughts? Can you feel my imagination?
It’s amazing how something as small as a little piece of paper inside of a stale fortune cookie can make you think about life….even if it is sort of a cliche quote.