The first thing that popped into my head when I read the Sunday Scribblings prompt "fortune cookie" was this poem. I hadn't intended to write a poem for this week's prompt, but voila! Sometimes one's instincts know best (and I'm two days early!)
If only it were that simple,
one's future told in a fortune cookie
those bakers would be rich,
people lining up to buy their product,
the cookie makers interviewed on talk shows,
coyly refusing to divulge their secret recipe.
They'd be modern-day prophets (or con artists)
dutifully predicting what will happen next,
typing up their messages, happy or sad
and stuffing the world's cookies with signs of opportunity or disaster.
The Chinese believe the two are the same:
flip sides of the same coin - toss it to see where it lands.
No tea leaves, palm readings,
psychics or tarot readers,
numerologists or astrologers
saying it's written in the stars
can tell you what you don't know already,
deep in your subconscious.
The trick is to understand one's assets
and focus on the strengths:
within lies the key to success.
Persistence is required;
no other special skills needed;
no big mysteries to solve.
Su destino, the Spaniards say,
fate's messages too important to arrive in a fortune cookie.
Luck shines through sincere efforts:
seizing the day when opportunity knocks;
shaping one's own destiny;
choosing a life less ordinary.