Sometimes you just have to turn around, give a little smile, throw that match and burn that bridge.
I’m not saying this is always easy, or that you really feel much like smiling. Sometimes you think you might dissolve in a mist of helpless tears, but it’s the past that’s trying to carve that out of your heart, not the future.
The future hums, like a mother comforting her child in the dark reaches of the night after the bad dreams. Let it hum to you. Let it call to you. That’s what you want to follow.
And go ahead. Let the match drop onto the bridge behind you. You won’t need to go back there again today, or any day. You remember the lay of that land, but it isn’t where you’re going to live any more.
Burn your bridge.
Let the fire against the night be beautiful; let it make you more beautiful in its light.
And let the future come.
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Have you been through a particularly rough breakup, struggle, or bad time where you just had to light that match and burn that bridge? Share your story (or offer your sympathy to others) in the comments below…