ever have a day where things are going according to plan and then suddenly you realize that is the problem. There is a plan. You find yourself in the same diner eating the same meal reading a (different) book in search of the same inspiration. When perhaps the inspiration you are in search of is right in front of you. elsewhere. Have you ever had a fortuneless fortune cookie? I do not mean the cookie is broken and the crumbs, along with the fortune, are in the wrapper. I mean the cookie is broken, the missing piece is gone, and the fortune along with it. It is as if someone at the fortune cookie factory broke into the cookie, stole the fortune, and then wrapped it back up and sent it on a slow boat from China. It made it's way across the world, ( Atlantic or Pacific depends on how it goes ) and end up on the bill tray and the end of your meal. Now ask yourself how did this happen and what are the odds? Does this mean I have no fortune or that someone else has it? Well my friends One billion Chinese could not be wrong and so here we are. I was asked the other day on my views of god. Then I was thrown into a category along with gods and so I assume this is called religion. Is that so hard? So I woke from the routine and traveled a path that leads me to here. The same mecca I assume is you.
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