In the small, apparently, random things that occur in life, I have noticed a connecting thread of events and situations, like a trail. A trail of breadcrumbs. However, the trail isn't one that I can clearly follow and see ahead of me. It only seems to appear after I take my next step. Revelations one step at a time. I can clearly see the trail behind me though, and that is where I have spent most of my life. Looking back, standing still.
To walk forward is sometimes scary. When will the trail end? Am I going the wrong way? Each step is a step of faith and right now I am one of little faith.
Yet, there are times that I seem to get a postcard from ahead, a kind of road sign that gives me a hint of what might be coming or whether I might be on the right trail.
Might. It is not like a marker carved in stone or one of those interstate billboards telling me that food and lodging are 1 ½ miles ahead, at the next exit. No, these postcards, these road signs are a bit more vague. Like the trail itself, I usually don't see them until I have passed them by. Hindsight is 20/20, right? Well, maybe hindsight is not that perfect but time and interpretation can make it seem clearer.
Anyway, one of these postcards came to me disguised as a slip of paper inside my fortune cookie.
A chance meeting with someone from the past is in store.
The other side of the paper did not shed any light on this elusive clue, just the Chinese word for "Beverage; drink" (yǐn liào) and my lucky numbers: 31, 35, 19, 5, 33, 45.
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Splendid Ignorance
RomanceA tragedy in the present creates a longing for the past. The curiosity of "what if" and "how it could have been" plague a man as he struggles with the love he has, had, and wants.
