Yes, I'm using butterflies again. It's appropriate. It's the beauty of being repetitious.
Yesterday, the sun came up in the east. It did so again today, and I hope it'll do it again tomorrow.
I saw the full moon, and I was in awe. It did so last month, and I can't wait to see it again next month.
A friend told me how much he valued our friendship, and secretly the words meant a lot to me.
I can't wait to hear them again, because I valued his friendship.
I shook someone's hand in sealing a deal. A promise, really. And I did so with all sincerity.
I've done that before. I kept my promise, and I can't wait to do it again.
These butterflies come by here every year. They did last year, and the year before.
They did this year, and as repetitious as it may sound, I can't wait to see them again next year.
I get a hug every once in a while, and I look forward to the next hug.
Hugging never gets old for me. Hugging to me may be repetitious, but I value it so.
A woman smiled at me yesterday, and in her eyes I sensed beauty and sincerity.
She was a stranger, yet I can't get her out of my mind.
I hope to see a smile again, and again, and again, and again, with the same beauty and sincerity.
It's the beauty, and it's repetitious. It is beautiful, and it is repetitious.
I smiled at a clerk today, as I said thank you, and I meant it. I can't wait to do it again soon.
I made a micro-video yesterday, and one the day before.
Many that I have done or not were seen again, but all had their own value in my survival.
I made this video today, and only you can tell me if it has value.
To me, however, the discipline of creating something each and every day is important to me and my being.
To quote the photographer Todd Frantum,
I don't do what I do for everybody's while. I do it for me.
As I make this video, I know for a fact that I cannot please everyone, so I don't try anymore.
I just please myself.
Tomorrow, God willing, I will make another video.
Today, after all, is the first day of the rest of my life.
I am granted the privilege of doing something this day, even as to say hello with a smile.
It's doing something. It's being repetitious.
It's the discipline. It's my therapy. It's repetitious.
But I'm creating something. What did you create today?
Yes, I'm using butterflies again, and chances are I will use them again and again and again and again.
