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A thought is never just a thought. It has the power to evolve into so much more.
If you change your thought to something else, the original thought still exists. It may bury itself in the recesses of your mind, but it's still there, lurking dormant...waiting it's turn for attention. The mechanics of this world were built on thoughts. Everything that exists, began as an idea.....a discovery....an insight. Thoughts also create other things that are never seen or heard. They create emotions. Controlling emotions is akin to grasping air.
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