It occurs to me that in my life, there are quite a few bridges I’ve burned. Whether in a professional capacity or personal, I don’t think I’ve ever once attempted to rebuild any of them. There have been overbearing superiors at work, relationships that turned sour and so on. Nothing so odd as to raise an eyebrow from an onlooker, but it does make me wonder, why?
Friends of mine (one in particular actually), have seen it beneficial in some instances to revisit old relationships that had gone sour, and in some cases they’ve rebuilt friendships that hold fast. I suppose that it might be the fear of getting burned again that keeps me from looking into the past with any frequency.
As I continue to write about the exploits of James and his friends, I find that I need to remind myself that my experience in life is just mine, and that I would do well to allow each of these characters to explore their own paths. If they burn a bridge, maybe finding a way to rebuild it could open up options that I hadn’t considered before.
