The Smell of Burning Bridges

What is your relation to the smell of burning bridges? My initial reaction is that I really really dislike it. I am incapable of setting those bridges on fire, even if they are begging for it, slapping my face shouting PUT ME ON FIRE, THERE ARE NO RETURN. But then at the same time I love big decisions, days that make a difference. I love the thought of a tattoo because you have to make a decision and then live with it, there are really no turning back. That I like, and it is soon 12 years since last time, I am so keen on getting a new one.

But then we have the relation bridges to people I once cared for. Those take time; splinter by splinter I cut them down, but in secrecy, secrecy from myself. Why is it so difficult to let them burn, let the flames rise and give them what they deserve? But somehow I think it is a good virtue to give people a second, third and forth chance. I know that I will fall, but I know that I will rise again. I can afford some falls, if it allows me to believe in the good of my fellow humans. At least this is what I tell myself, others tell me "put down you foot girl". And maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't, who knows. It is so easy to have opinions if your not in the middle of what is happening. '

I would like to be more like Danko Jones, to Love the smell of Buring Bridges.