Of all the trillions of snowflakes, how is it possible that no two are exact? As my son might say, "Mind....blown."...
Now if we were to grab hold to that concept, that glorious idea of the ultimate individuality and compare that to ourselves, If I say… you, like a snowflake, are unique. There is not another out there exactly like you. Will you doubt me?
Or will you enjoy the thought for a moment?
Doubt me if you will … that’s allowed. But wouldn’t you rather just hang out with yourself for a bit … and enjoy the thoughts that cross your mind about all the things that make you unique. The possibility that there is no other You ... the same as You.
Cool thought for a Monday… when so many out there are all acting miserable in unison. Go on… be a Snowflake. I dare you.
Good morning, Greater Day. Greater You - as soon as you enjoy just how specially unique you are.
AYD - Pierre Couturier - Husband, Daddy and Author to my Day.
Or will you enjoy the thought for a moment?
Doubt me if you will … that’s allowed. But wouldn’t you rather just hang out with yourself for a bit … and enjoy the thoughts that cross your mind about all the things that make you unique. The possibility that there is no other You ... the same as You.
Cool thought for a Monday… when so many out there are all acting miserable in unison. Go on… be a Snowflake. I dare you.
Good morning, Greater Day. Greater You - as soon as you enjoy just how specially unique you are.
AYD - Pierre Couturier - Husband, Daddy and Author to my Day.
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