Fortune by Chance
My life is a fortune cookie,
I know that may sound silly,
But bear with me, because I have
something to say.
My life is a game of chance.
Chance. This concept of one thing or the other
happening…based on probability.
Unpredictability, feeding on our brains like
termites, creating holes in our souls like
moths do to cloth. I’m gonna need it to stop.
All the fear... It’s engraved in our minds,
sewn into the grey matter.
Why does any of this matter?
I’m trying to show you something,
a realization of mine. I have a fear.
Unpredictability.
I’ve become victim to a certain addiction. Chance.
The adrenalin.
The rush of fear.
It goes hand in hand with hope that
things will turn out in my favor.
I don’t care about the flavor of my fortune cookie.
As long as there’s a little hint of sweet honey.
My life is a fortune cookie,
wrapped in a series of unfortunate events.
A game of chance that I’ve anticipated, but now is the time
that I’ve grown accustom to playing the game right,
so the odds may come out in my favor.