Day 79: Messages from home

I think the universe is trying to tell me something. As I swept away the last bits of my life in Eastown tonight, I found a story of the previous renter (whose mail I received regularly) hiding beneath the refrigerator. Amidst love notes, dusty photos and inspirational notes scrawled on the backs of receipts, there was this Sanskrit proverb.

Read it.

When I got home to Alger Heights, the first thing I saw was this fortune sitting on my counter. I have no idea where it came from, but the message is the same.

It is now, and in this world, that we must live.