How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Most empires collapse not from external forces but rather cracks from within.
People are much the same and we falter from weakness of character, vision, or
creativity.
We struggle, often looking around us for reasons or excuses, yet deep down we know we must look inside for answers.
A kind word or thoughtful gesture from others can help with the motivation, but we need to go deeper and find the momentum and vitality to build yourself up from the inside out.
Focus not on the facade but on personal strength, physical orotherwise, andcontinue to nourish and fortify the elemental structures of your self.
You know you will be better off because of it.
j.g.l.
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
One reply on “Mondays are just young Fridays”
JG, exquisite and profound, yet simple in your message!