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Late night thoughts and a vision of a new way or new day so to speak. 

My mind is usually full of new concepts and world advice. 

Seeing things from different angles. I often think of change or the wasted opportunities for change. 

In a planet where everything is designed to coexist amongst each other. There seems to be the need to rule or capture things that don’t need to be caught. 

Simply put, leave life to be lived. Help where you can. Be a good steward and stop trying to be in command.

Obviously this is just my opinions. 

I dream of a life more beautiful. I believe the governed should ultimately govern themselves. But in a world gone mad is that really a possibility? 

Are we so unpredictable that knowledge of our every move is needed. Should mankind be feared? Should there be fear? Was that taught to us to control or did we create it?

It’s 2:15 a.m and I’m up with my over active mind. Searching timelines for inspiration. Boredom often keeps me busy. Seems like an oxymoron…

The need not to waste time is a waste in itself. 

Beautiful Saturday morning. Earlier than I expected to be up. Ready to be on the road. But not entirely. I thought of a different outcome. A different paradox. Thankfully I can always create a pretty picture out of anything I receive.

When I’m grateful for the now. The future seems brighter. 

C. L Cunningham 

Up early on a Saturday 

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