Look past the faults.
Keep moving forward.
original content and images ©j.g. lewis
A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
So, I make mistakes.
An oversight or three, here and there, or an error or lack of judgment can (and will) happen. My lack of foresight simply happens.
We do not learn from our mistakes, but rather we learn from the experience.
You cannot prepare yourself for all probabilities knowing a mistake is a likely possibility.
Experience comes from noticing what you are paying attention to.
Maybe this Moon
with the power it bleeds
will illuminate more
Maybe this Moon
it simply cannot forget.
Some of us will relate
while others regret.
Maybe that Moon knows
what it is all worth
and sets an example
for those looking up
from this earth.
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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The light follows wherever she goes. Constant. In each apartment
or home, the aquarium’s glow casts shadows into her days, and
her nights. Most times comforting, the hum of the pump,
its gentle bubbles rising to the surface, has become
the white noise of even her darkest days.
Controlled. There is life contained within the glass walls, fish
with a purpose, providing motion when everything else becomes still.
And silent. People come and people go. Some stay for a while,
becoming little more than lovers. She remained a convenience,
a receptacle for ego, anger, and lust.
She knew her demands would eventually push them away. She asked
for so little, and cared for so much. No exit from the outside,
survival requires time. The aquarium has few demands,
save fresh water, food, and oxygen. Simplicity.
Why aren’t all other relationships so easily sustained?
Men required more attention and could not respect who she was, or
accept what they were offered. Fools. She didn’t ask much, except
to be loved. And they moved on. Or she did. Another home,
the same furniture, anxiety and a few less memories, boxes of stuff
collected through the years, and the aquarium.
Loneliness follows her everywhere. Unrelenting. She thought she felt love,
and it destroyed all she knew. Stars now cry on hot summer nights and
the flowers simply stand there. Stillness. The aquarium provides the
only sign of life, the only beauty she continually acknowledges,
because it can be controlled.
©2014 j.g. lewis