“Some people will land in the shit and always come up smelling of roses, while others will land in a bed of roses and be torn to shreds by the thorns.”

Being sat in the local coffee shop earlier than normal brings out a new crowd of people, you know the sorts, they look like well dressed office zombies. Unable to form coherent thought or speech until the have had their caffeine fix.

The rain is pouring hard, an ominous foreshadowing of what is to come in life or maybe is it just raining for no other reason than the weather deemed it.

The day is filled with so much opportunity and promise, don’t you wonder how much of it will be wasted? Too much would be the guess from this coffee shop loner.

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