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a daily breath...
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 . . .
Information is always available. On the news, in conversation and general commotion, you can’t help but hear it.
Do you listen?
Do you hear what is being said, by others or yourself?
What someone says often differs from what others have heard.
Do you recognize the patterns that infiltrate common thought?
Who will listen?
We all have bits of information and convincing concerns rattling about our heads — you know the ones; the ones that keep coming back — that are varied and confusing. By talking them out we are allowed to remove them from our minds and better address them openly.
An open mind.
It all comes from talking, and through listening, mainly to your self.
Talking things out allows you to gain greater perspective to all the concerns, issues and problems you may be experiencing.
We all have problems . . . I know I do.
Talking them out seems to help.
Forgiveness, thankfulness, mindfulness, gratitude; we don’t take the time as frequently as we should to express what is important to those who are important. We are all human. With all we all have going on, it is too easy to forget where we are, or drift away from where we were. It takes time. It takes effort. It takes honesty. It is hard to find the time. It’s harder to make the time. Now is the time.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
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Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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logical and chronological
I was asked today how old I was; my reply, as it often is, was “17”.
I do, on good days, feel 17. . . a lot of the time. I’ve even been accused of acting 17 at times, but I’m good with that. I liked 17.
In many ways, 17 was the summer of my life (and I’ve had a lot of good summers since.)
You’ve got a lot to learn at age 17, and I am still learning.
You have no regrets at 17, and I am still dreaming.
I am 17, and I’m sticking to it.