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.
Take a close look at who, and what, you are.
Every little thing, each major accomplishment, or act of courage or cowardice, is accounted for in your being. How you spend your time, the days and years where you discover emotions and experience, add up to where you are now.
Your character is the result of lessons learned and bridges burned, morals and mindset formed by each person and every place you have crossed on the path.
Life is lived in layers.
What you do and where you have been is sometimes unseen, other times it shows, but not everything is there.
You can’t relive the realities you witness, as it comes and goes, but you can make use of what you know.
You shouldn’t take for granted the experiences that led you to so much.
The particulars and personalities, even if they are not with you, remain a part of all you are.
Don’t be afraid of showing how deep your layers go.
11/13/2017 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.