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.
It is all-too-easy to go with the flow, to become comfortable, even complacent, on the path you have chosen (or ended up on).
To exist can seem so natural, but oh-so limiting.
We all have, or had, dreams and desires.
We all have (or did) have plans or goals that have done nothing but end up collecting dust over the years.
These intentions sit latent in a static state; still dreams, but they have no pulse.
You may have even forgotten what you once wanted to do. How satisfying is that? There is no progress. There is no movement; there is hardly a shadow of what, at one time, seemed like such an exciting, inspiring idea.
What happened?
Instead of questioning why the impetus of the idea stopped, question instead why you stopped moving forward. The answer itself may be the inspiration you need to get going.
Pick up those once-vivid pans and put them into action. Forward is more than a direction.
Get moving.
05/21/2023 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.