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.
What moves us, or how we are moved, will change over time. As long as it takes, or as brief as it is, we learn to adapt to our surroundings, make concessions in our personal preferences, and even alter our being to feel more comfortable where we are.
That is what we do; as humans; as friends; and as family.
This is what we must do so others can feel a part of this place we call home.
Let’s start a movement to make an improvement to the way we act, the ways we think, and the way we show gratitude for the lives we are allowed to lead. This is where we live and where we breathe, this is the planet where we need to believe everybody else has a similar goal of creating a better world for ourselves, our children, and for those who will follow.
This is how we will continue to survive; by seeing, and helping others to see all we can be.
We need to do better.
Today, even in some small way, take a moment and make an attempt to try and improve our environment. Overlook the attitudes and actions contrary to your own beliefs, and see if you can make a difference.
If we all do something, we will all become a little bit closer to what we were meant to be.
11/21/2017 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.