"…there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.”
Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2, William Shakespeare
The young man had been having a bad morning, a night of sleep plagued by disturbing dreams had morphed into a foul mood made all the worse by emotional hypersensitivity. Arriving at his favourite café with plans for some ‘me’ time to reset his jangled state his hopes were soon dashed by the persistent, and truly poor, harmonica playing of a beggar.
Resisting the temptation to have a monumental and very public emotional outburst he reluctantly gave up on his plans and climbed back onto his bike for the ride home. Channelling his frustrations into the pedals he powered along the path through the park weaving in and out of the pedestrians. Out of the corner of his eye a man stepped onto the path from the car park and it was only a reflex flick of the handlebars that saved them from colliding.
“Hey slow down”, said the old man.
Without thinking, and charged by the emotions of the mornin…
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