Sometimes, as the wheel of time turns, things that repeat lose intensity. They repeat, but weaker each time, fading. Echoes.
Sometimes though, they gather steam. Pulled by a greater gravity, they snowball; growing with each revolution.
We have a little control over that. Sometimes you can’t break a bad cycle in one go, but you can plant the seeds of its sundering. Diminish a little where you can.
Other things, good things, you can amplify with just a little push. You can repeat something good, but also tell the story of the previous time, adding momentum. Turning action into tradition.
Nudge where you can, and nudge wisely.