All right,
Folks,
Strap your thinking caps on,
Because here we go.
And welcome to a hit of hope.
According to a variety of mostly credible websites,
A bird's wishbone is technically known as the furcula,
Which is made up of two fused clavicles.
And we got the tradition of snapping wishbones from the Etruscans,
An ancient Italian civilization,
Who loved their chickens.
Apparently,
The Etruscans believed that the birds were oracles and could divine the future.
They even turned the fowl into walking Ouija boards with a bizarre ritual,
Which basically translates as rooster divination.
Sounds a bit crazy,
Doesn't it?
Not really.
Because when it sucks,
When we can barely breathe or hold on one more second,
We want to know what's coming next.
We are so damn tired of living with the uncertainty that we want something,
Anything,
Even a rooster,
To tell us that something good is on the way.
We want to know that this death of everything we once knew and held dear is opening the way for something new,
Something better.
And so whether we are doing rooster divination or whispering our deepest wishes to a bone we break,
We want to believe that congratulations,
A new life starts tomorrow.
Inhale,
Exhale.
The things outside of you might get better,
And they might not.
Inhale,
Exhale.
When it gets hard,
When you get uncertain,
Breathe.
Do not doubt yourself.
Be kind to yourself and others.
Inhale,
Exhale.
Live with the uncertainty.
Inhale,
Exhale.
And if you can't bear to live with the uncertainty,
Then by all means,
Go for it.
Go for the rooster divination,
The tarot cards,
The magic eight ball.
Do whatever it takes to survive.
Inhale,
Exhale.
Hold on and know the difficulties you have faced have made you stronger and a new beginning is on its way.
Namaste.
