the_matt79

Ever look at a metaphorical bridge and have the overwhelming desire to torch it?

I usually don't like burning bridges, but I think I am at the moment, and I think I am pretty okay with it. I have always been the one to let things be, cultivate as much of a nice atmosphere as possible in hopes that I will continue to be liked.

Well this one is just irritating to say the least and I think I won't worry about cultivation or letting things be. I have real people in my life that want me in theirs in return, people I would defend and fight for, but in this instance I do not feel that, and I have to say, that it is a requirement to feel at least a part of that. I have to feel a part of that to not go searching for kerosene to pour on already rickety bridge...oh look, I was just handed a can of kerosene, how convenient.

Yes, this bridge is one that, while in it's midst, I thought was built with fantastic concrete and beautiful wrought iron, but now that I am on the other side looking back at it, I see that it is made of balsa wood and chewed gum. It has been an important bridge, one that got me to a great place in life, but now I don't see how it is going to survive all of this.

That is why I am not afraid if this one burns to the ground, because I have seen it coming, I have been put aside, and now I stand up, I look around, I see, and I do not fear the fire.