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Fortune Cookie's Magnum Opus
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I probably should've shared this one a bit sooner...
A neat little moment about me coming home from a date at a Chinese restaurant, yesterday.
I was out with an old friend of mine, who probably knows me since my birth. He's been having his fair share of problems lately, as most of us do.
Long story short - I listened and presented him with some advice. He then gave me his fortune cookie.
Two fortune cookies were inside my pocket.
So, I open the first one and it says: "A little surprise is waiting."
No big deal, right?
But then I open the second one and TWO pieces of paper fall out.
I was surprised.
One letter says: "The similiar likes its company."
(Not exactly a prophecy, but it does hint at how me and my friend are always on the same page about things, in the end.)
The other one says: "Care for others and you will be rewarded."
Whether you believe in destiny or not... It's the little things in life.
A neat little moment about me coming home from a date at a Chinese restaurant, yesterday.
I was out with an old friend of mine, who probably knows me since my birth. He's been having his fair share of problems lately, as most of us do.
Long story short - I listened and presented him with some advice. He then gave me his fortune cookie.
Two fortune cookies were inside my pocket.
So, I open the first one and it says: "A little surprise is waiting."
No big deal, right?
But then I open the second one and TWO pieces of paper fall out.
I was surprised.
One letter says: "The similiar likes its company."
(Not exactly a prophecy, but it does hint at how me and my friend are always on the same page about things, in the end.)
The other one says: "Care for others and you will be rewarded."
Whether you believe in destiny or not... It's the little things in life.
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My Candle's Wax
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Laughter is timeless - Imagination has no age - Dreams are forever.
So keep dreaming, even if it breaks your heart.
If life is so cruel to not even allow me to seek sanctuary in an illusion, in hopes of it becoming a reality one day...
That is a fate, I do not wish for my worst of enemies to befall.
The poorest man on Earth is not a man without money, but a man without dreams.
Without dreams, there is nothing to love, and without love, there is nothing worth dreaming about.
Just as a man cannot live without dreams, he cannot live without hope.
If dreams reflect the past, hope summons the future.
A life without dreams is an eternity spent without a purpose.
And if you woke up without a goal, you better go back to sleep.
At day, a humble pauper - at night, a mortal God.
Which is why my mind cannot rest:
Each morning, my realm shattered by reality.
My heart, forcefully split into duality.
My dreams tend to shapeshift from time to time.
They fill me with so much joy, it should be considered a crime.
I am in love with something of which no traces exist.
But how does a candle reject its wax that lets it persist?
So keep dreaming, even if it breaks your heart.
If life is so cruel to not even allow me to seek sanctuary in an illusion, in hopes of it becoming a reality one day...
That is a fate, I do not wish for my worst of enemies to befall.
The poorest man on Earth is not a man without money, but a man without dreams.
Without dreams, there is nothing to love, and without love, there is nothing worth dreaming about.
Just as a man cannot live without dreams, he cannot live without hope.
If dreams reflect the past, hope summons the future.
A life without dreams is an eternity spent without a purpose.
And if you woke up without a goal, you better go back to sleep.
At day, a humble pauper - at night, a mortal God.
Which is why my mind cannot rest:
Each morning, my realm shattered by reality.
My heart, forcefully split into duality.
My dreams tend to shapeshift from time to time.
They fill me with so much joy, it should be considered a crime.
I am in love with something of which no traces exist.
But how does a candle reject its wax that lets it persist?
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