Thoughts On Burned Bridges

Sometimes, when we move on in our lives, we lash out at the thing we’re leaving behind. It’s a childish thing to do, but there are reasons why.

Perhaps we’re so vehement because we’re still trying to convince ourselves it’s the right thing to do, when deep down we know better.
Perhaps we’re trying to make the people around us happy.
Perhaps we’re trying to make going back such a humiliating climbdown that we could never countenance yielding to the temptation.

Whatever the reason, there are the times that we feel the need to burn the bridges and trample the charred remains underfoot. We burn the bridges to stop others following us over, and we burn them to stop ourselves crossing back. And we do it because we think we’re too weak to stick to our decision, one we often know to be wrong.

But every bridge had to be built in the first place. So no bridge can ever be burned so badly that it cannot be rebuilt.

…ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no river wide enough…

After such a petulant, charged departure who can say what’s the other side of the bridge you could rebuild? And isn’t it always better to build than to burn? Stronger to discover what may be waiting than to hide from the fear of it? More courageous to acknowledge the mistakes and learn from them, than to angrily pretend no fault?

If you’ve burned a bridge you should take the brave, the courageous, the strong path and rebuild it – however hard it may seem. Cross over, find out what’s there. The worst that can happen is there’s nothing for you. But how is that worse than what you have now?

It’s out of character for me to burn bridges, to turn on something in my life. As you know I often choose the path that’s harder in the short term, to secure a less stressful long term. But I’ve burned a bridge, now I’m rebuilding it. It’ll be fascinating to discover what’s on the other side.

Do It Now

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Kids Today!

Saturday night. I confess I’d had a couple of drinks. But nothing like the number of drinks the group of teenagers who walked past had. They’d been out for a great night. Even so, they were being gentlemen and dropping the girls they’d been out with safely home. I met them just after they’d dropped the last one off.

Two of them were taking the mickey out of the third because of his broken nose. How had he broken it? A failure of Jeff Murdoch’s NAT: Nose Avoidance Tilting. Rule one when you’re about to kiss a girl, tilt your head a little. Otherwise she’s going to headbutt you in the face. I’d like to say he took it on the chin, but no.

So here, as promised and just for @RobertN1996, @PatrickLewin and @JayWilliamTee is Lesson 1:

But these guys were friendly, happy, had a good night, were having fun, but were still gentlemanly to the girls they’d been with, walking them home and being polite and respectful about them even after they were out of earshot.

Kids today? We’ve less to worry about than we think.