We got Chinese food for Father’s Day (a tradition almost as cherished as Chinese Food for Christmas Day).
My daughter’s post-prandial fortune cookie fortune was inscrutable:
I might spend the rest of my life trying to figure that gem out. You try it because you don’t want it enough? So if I really want it, I need to not try it? (The latter has worked for me so far if we’re talking about “writing eloquently.”)
Perhaps I have yet to achieve a level of enlightenment that’s high enough to allow me to understand it. It’s the proverbial pebble in the master’s hand.
Then again, it might be the fortune cookie equivalent of this Magic 8 Ball “answer”:
We stuck the fortune on our fridge, so I’ll keep trying to figure it out… I mean not trying.