Again, my handlers regularly remind me to record
in writing each day an experience that I might want
to revisit in the future, circumstances warranting.
Compliant citizen that I am I have been doing so.
Today was our monthly treat of local Chinese food,
which of course must always include fortune cookies.
My mate's little slip of paper within had a message 
concerning awareness, avoidance, danger. Good one.
The crispy treat for me was totally empty, nada, zilch. 
Then that ever pesky voice in my head encouraged me
to compose my own custom fortune-cookie advice.
I came up with the following suggestion-following gem:
Your fictionalized realities ought to be 
just as current as your realized fictions.
The aphorisms in those cookies are in such tiny print 
that, yes, my own prize diction ought to fit just fine.