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.
The Little Things You Do
Posted on January 12, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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It’s interesting, or odd, how you do something with dedicated regularity, and then suddenly stop.
Not just for a day or three, it goes on for months.
And you’re not sure why.
Yes, you think about it, but you don’t analyze it with any sort of concern. Like it will all come back to you.
And surely you will, but why did you stop?
We are all creatures of habit.
Often, what we do becomes a noticeable part of who we are.
But who notices when something changes.
Maybe something has altered your daily routine and you can’t find the mental space or strength to figure it out.
It’s not like you, yet day after day after day you don’t do what you used to do daily.
Your routine has been disturbed, as if new priorities have pushed away the reason you got so involved.
Days go by, and then weeks, and you still don’t know why.
It’s not like you haven’t done this before.
These are the moments or minutes that ground you.
What are a few minutes in the course of a day, a week, or a life?
It matters.
You matter, as do the little things you do.
And they do. Or, they did.
Maybe they will again tomorrow?
