“Any rough times are behind you.” The fortune cookie tells me, and I choose to believe it. Why not? I can believe that times will be good from now on, it harms no one and makes me happy. Joy fills my head and fills my day and maybe the next day and the next and then when the times that will be rough, whatever or whenever, arrive, they will make me as disappointed as they would have before, but I will read those words again, as soon as I can, and I will believe – that this was the last time.
Mind of a Mouse 