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.
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What if today were simply today?
What if the residue of all those yesterdays had been washed (or sandblasted)
away and you were able to manage the equilibrium you often desire, but so
infrequently find. Balance takes time.
What if today you just did what you needed to do (or more) without the
struggle that routinely interferes with the best-laid plans?
Intention and progress are two different things. Only one will truly get results.
Think about it.
Intention is only thought.
Initiative involves effort.
There are a great number of yesterdays to account for, each one a step along
the path you have been creating.
This is a personal journey for each (and every one) of us.
Similarities are possible.
You should always determine your own route.
You are the one who chooses your destination, no matter how many people
can(or will) influence your direction.
It is always a decision.
At times, the instructions provided might be invaluable, yet (in so many ways)
they may have stopped you from making the choices that would have greatly
influenced your outcome.
Faults (or fluctuations) are easier to recognize in hindsight.
Do not look back on all those yesterdays. Be content with today.
Tomorrow may (or may not) offer new opportunities.
What if?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
Posted on September 4, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
yesterday
today
was
tomorrow
I had so much to do
things I had put off
consciously or
unconsciously it mattered not
I was determined to get them
Done
one (or all of them)
by
one
done today
when it was tomorrow
it seemed easier
it seemed manageable
it seemed as if there would
be time
when today
was tomorrow
yet as tomorrow came,
as it always does
as yesterday lost hold of
the hours and
its way
and tomorrow just happened
anyway
it seemed
as if
time had passed me by
as if a day;
today or any day
slipped off the calendar
falling like a rose petal or
disgraced politician
into the basket of days misspent
or wasted
days which promised more
but delivered less
tomorrows do that
they never quite live up to
today
and all too often
become a yesterday
© 2014 j.g.lewis
Posted on September 1, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Hello September,
such a surprise to see you before me,
not even a rumour of your impending arrival.
So unlike the ninth month
to simply arrive unannounced,
as your usually-reliable predecessor will often
drop subtle hints;
the chill at night, even a warning of frost at times.
We often stop and admire those early sunsets with
that melancholic mood you feel
when the end is near.
August seemed to drag its heels, this year,
as summer instead gave us this unrelenting heat
by day, and all those sweaty nights. Night after
night, days without rain. No reminders
of what time it was.
One month seemed to become larger than intended,
flowing right into the next.
September usually stands alone.
Now it arrives without a rest,
and I just notice.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
