“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.” – Tom Stoppard
They say you should never burn your bridges, no matter how unhappy you are or how much you hate to cross them, because we never know when you may have to rebuild them. But sometimes, it’s just something that we have to do in order to move on, especially when we know that whatever that was worth learning while crossing them has already been burned (pun intended) into our memories, and we can take them with us into the next chapter of our lives without anything else to lose.
I’ve received my sign that soon it will be time to start burning my own bridges. I may regret it one day, I may not, but after coming one big, full circle, thinking that things could get better, but in the end facing all the disappointments anyway, I know that this is one path I do not intend to go down again.