Once upon a time, I burned a bridge.
It was supposed to force me to go find another path that led to an elsewhere that was presumably better.
What happened was I just wound up sitting beside the ruins, uselessly yanking up handfuls of grass and thinking about how the bridge might magically rebuild itself one day.
All that was the opposite of smart.
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2 Comments on "Fire to the Bridge"
Is the lesson, do not burn your bridges just take a different path so if your should ever have to wander that way again you have the chance to take the old bridge or find another new path? We all burn a bridge or two along the way but hopefully we can build a new one or maybe use our awesome newfound powers of knowledge to leap over the other side and do what we got to do.
I think that there does come a point when it’s necessary to burn a bridge — but maybe stay open to that bridge being rebuilt someday. Or at least, don’t hope for it to be rebuilt, or somehow be magically rebuilt without any effort on your part, or expect it to be repaired while you act like you don’t care what happens to it. Overall, I guess just make the best situation you need to at the time without hinging your happiness or any expectations on the future. Those’re my two cents!