Days, weeks, then months
and years drift by.
Not always noticeable, or even
memorable, the time behind us
simply accumulates. All in all,
the sum of its parts leads to
a life well-lived, if you take
a moment to notice.
09/10/2024 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
It’s not about height
or breadth, or depth.
It is all about perspective.
What limits you?
How far can you see?
To what end do you
appreciate what is in front of you?
Looking back is hindsight
and you have already been there.
Change your point of view.
Look up.
Don’t overlook opportunities.
What are your limits?
09/09/2024 j.g.l.
within
Secrets are rarely as heavy as
the weight we assign to them.
The gravity of circumspect
plays out, time and again. It is
what we carry as we decide
what crosses, or is held within,
our moral divide.
Sit with it for a while, moved
only when memory comes into
play; last night, or the other, or
any other day.
09/05/2024 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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on May 11, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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Your life, your direction, is
not just this way or that.
North, south, east or left, is
the right path ever obvious?
All those twists and turns
along the way are often so
unplanned and unexpected,
or simply par for the course
(and occasionally exciting).
Never is it only one way or
another; many times it seems
like choices gone asunder.
There are many chances or
none at all. Which decision
or direction will you follow
today? Are you certain of
your way? Will it be step by
step, or a leap of faith?
Go your own way.
05/11/2020 j.g.l.
