(There is a prospect of a thrilling time ahead of you.)
Seeing as how I'm in the airport about to board a plane to head home for the holiday vacation and my fear of flying is getting the better of me, this was the perfect fortune to crack open.
Yes, there is the prospect, but life is what you make of it. There are reasons I don't want to go home, but like the fortune says, there is a prospect– meaning I can go one of two ways: stay in and not have fun because of people I don't want to see, or go out, have the time of my life with people I don't get to spend nearly enough time with and enjoy life.
I think we all know which I'll chose.
Now to just get on the airplane...
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